I'm sentimental like that.
This, my friends, is the answer to yesterday's quiz: A rare form of food waste, but depressing all the same. It's asparagus. To plant. In my (soon to be) garden.
The problem? I got it from my parents last summer, and it has sat in these self-same bags ever since. I'm still going to plant it, but with no hope.
I guess you could say I'm going to bury it respectfully and bow my head for a moment of silence afterwards.
This is waste of the more conventional variety. It seems I may be packing a little more in my lunch than I have time to eat. I was worried about filling up an hour's worth of lunch break with food to be distracted from my Wendy's craving, and it turns out I like eating at my desk, while I work.
Not while I'm writing someone's mortgage in front of them. Obviously.
So while I oh-so-frugally saved two grapefruit from certain oblivion in the back of my fruit drawer, cut them up, sprinkled them with sugar, and remembered to bring a fork to work, I wasted the effort (and the food) by letting them languish in my lunch bag from Monday to Thursday, with brief stopovers in the fridge each night.
The salad is above the grapefruit, and it's the same story, except I'm gamely taking it to work again today in a last ditch attempt to save it.
The Root Beer Pulled Pork on the top? That's a food waste nightmare. Who wastes something that delicious? That kind of waste doesn't get a funeral in the backyard, as we compost with the town, but it should.
In fact, wasted Root Beer Pulled Pork should have one of those movie moments where I fall to my knees and scream "Noooooooooooo!" at the sky. Maybe I'll try to work that into my schedule today, between mortgage applications and investment reviews.
Something different? I actually saved some food and felt pretty creative doing it.
This:
was from one of my slow cooker failures (of which I predict there will be many). Which was, funnily enough, an attempt to avoid wasting some leftover buttermilk. It was some kind of chicken with onion buttermilk gravy mess, but the gravy was tasty, so I made it and some soft-about-to-die potatoes and three leftover pieces of bacon into potato salad that was passable enough to eat.
"Passable enough to eat" is going to get painted on my kitchen walls this weekend.
(A reminder: Food Waste Friday was conceived and is generously hosted by Kristen over at The Frugal Girl)
