If we eat the leftover soup and salad for lunch, that is. And I get the carrots and turnip diced, cooked and in the freezer before they become too weak and tired to be useful.
We used up a lot of freezer food this week. I used some forgotten-in-the-pantry dried peas and beans, as well. I thought they were navy beans, and planned to make New England baked beans, but they are pinto beans, and they are still in the slowcooker, becoming New England baked beans. Traditionally, this was served Saturday night with steamed brown bread and potatoes, the leftovers used on Sunday, back when Sunday meals were low-work dishes, since it was a Sabbath rest day. My Baptist ancestors did NOT work on Sunday, whether it was earning money, tilling fields, or cooking and cleaning. Only the most necessary work was done and the family kept a quiet day at home.
Planning is the best way to avoid food waste. Know what you have, don’t impulse buy at the grocery store, and have a good idea of how long staples will last and when you must use fresh foods. I depend on a grocery list and a menu; others will keep certain staples in the house and make their meals from there – a good idea if you have uncertain schedules or children going through food-fussy stages. (The night you were planning to serve curried lentils and Little Miss whines about yucky brown food that looks like gravel, AND you don’t have the wherewithall deep inside to tell her to eat or starve, then you have the fixings for tacos on hand. She’ll have to eat the lentils on Saturday, but by then you might have the fortitude to stand up to her. Peace in the family is sometimes more important than Being Right.)
I am still unable to compost – thought I would use the back corner of the fence, but it is near inaccessible to me and very accessible to my scrounging Australian shepherd who loves cucumber ends and tomato cores. I think I need a covered composter outside the fence, but this is not the time to add anything like that to the household. We do not have a municipal composting programme. I visited a church in BC where they had their own community composter; maybe churches should do that more often. How I miss having a country property where we could have compost piles, and if the raccoons went through it for the eggshells, well, it just helped to turn the pile.
Do people ask why you bother when you are mindful of wasting food, when you recycle even the box the toothbrush came in, and fuss over your compost? I get questioned quite a bit – members of my family think I’m more than a bit nuts! What’s your answer? Is it a point of contention in your circle?