Allison has been getting to bed a little late this week. Which means she wants to sleep in in the morning. Which means I can do one of two things. 1) Sleep an extra 15 minutes or 2) Do something productive.
Normally, I would choose the first option. But I accidentally turned off the snooze on my alarm, so rather than trusting myself to get up in 15 minutes on my own, I went for the latter and cleaned out the fridge.
This is what I found.
The lemon was due for a purge. I can’t even remember how long it’s been in there.
Those beets were pulled from the garden as a test, but I don’t think they were ready considering they are barely the size of ping-pong balls. But they turned all squishy after a couple of days in the fridge, so I figured it was a lost cause.
The cucumber has been there since before we went on vacation, I think. Honestly, I don’t really like cucumber, but it was a dragon’s egg cuke from the neighbor’s garden, so I thought I’d give it a shot. It tasted like a cucumber. And therefore languished in the fridge a few weeks before it turned to mush.
And then there’s that blurry block of cheese. Normally, I would just cut off the bad parts and eat is anyways. BECAUSE IT’S CHEESE. And wasting cheese is sacrilege. But I had done that once already and it just didn’t taste right. Sad because it was apple smoked cheddar we had bought in Wisconsin and it was really delicious.
At least most of my waste can be added to the compost, so it’s not headed for the landfill.
However, I noticed I have developed this bad habit of using zip top bags a lot lately. I think it’s because Matt bought some sandwich baggies that we don’t bother trying to reuse, so it’s enticingly easy to throw leftovers inside and avoid washing another dish.
Yet another goal to work on…