Oh, it’s been a terrible week for waste. Last Friday, I was annoyed with myself because I threw out about a cup of soft strawberries. This week, I hang my head in shame.
We went back to the maritimes and picked up our household stuff. It had been in storage more than a year, some of it got wet and moldy, some of it wasn’t well packed to start with. I had glass jars full of dry foods, and most of that got tossed. I kept some of the herbs and spices, but beans, flour, rice and grains stored in a moist environment subjected to extreme temperatures aren’t safe. I tossed them all. I did keep the jars, though, and ran them through the dishwasher. I am extremely fond of my antique canning jars, and they are hard to find. That was probably a good three pounds of food, and although there wasn’t anything else I could do with it, it hurt.
I threw out a good quarter pound of feta, which had decided to harbour blue mold. Feta needs to be kept in brine, and I usually change the brine every couple of weeks after opening. This time I didn’t and it went very bad – deadly bad for me, since I have a serious penicillin allergy which has sent me to the hospital in the past. It’s why I’m so careful with food handling and storage. A mistake that would be merely unpleasant for someone else can kill me.
It was odd returning to pick up our things. We quite obviously had left things in a hurry. It looked like we had deserted because of disaster. And that is what happened – we were preparing to set up a new home, take on new work, and were making good homesteading plans when Nicholas had the stroke. We fled like refugees. Homesteading is yet again delayed due to lack of permanent facilities or income. But I truly intend to do it, God willing.
So now I have my sewing machine, my spinning wheels, pounds and pounds of wool yet to be processed, and lots to do organizing the contained chaos. And how was your week?