That's kettle corn. Sweet, salty, crunchy and delicious kettle corn...from way back in The $34.27 Challenge. Hidden in the snack basket (oh, yes. We have a snack basket.), just like the cinnamon croutons I made for oatmeal, the corn nuts and the half bag of gross potato chips (no tears over that one).
What's the word you use when you're mad and disgusted with yourself? Is it "urgh"?
Oh yeah, and some dipping sauce from pizza we got way too long ago that I thought for sure I'd come up with some creative way to use up so I could brag about it, and a good inch of clam chowder from two weeks ago that I looked at every day in the fridge, thinking "it's going to go bad soon" and yet did not eat.
But (as the title of this post may suggest) there's good news. All Wednesday, I thought it was Thursday, so I had my fridge cleaned out and ready for Food Waste Friday. On Thursday.
Is it just me, or am I getting hard to follow?
The bad news? Getting ready on Wednesday gave me just enough time to waste this too:
A heel of wannabe artisan bread from the 200 Days of (Non-Contiguous) Bread - no, I haven't forgotten and yes, I'm still working on it. Admittedly, someone put it in a ziploc with two chocolate croissants, and it was therefore less likely to fulfill its bread-heel destiny of becoming garlic croutons, but still.
More good news, completely unrelated to Food Waste Friday: I had the last of my two housecleanings this week. The woman who cleaned it is also a friend of ours, but I managed to resist the siren call to clean my house before she came. So it was nice and dirty, believe me. Not anymore. Three days later and I'm still basking in the (now diminished) glory.
The bad news: My house will never be this clean again, especially now that I'm going back to work. I'm trying to prioritize my meagre time, remember? Cleaning really, really well just doesn't make it to the top of the list anymore.
Uh, not that it was right up there before, you understand. Maybe seventh?
More good news: Miss and Jr got to spend maybe forty-five minutes at daycare the other day while I was getting all their forms and dropping off the deposit. They loved it. They barely looked back. They'll be fine.
More bad news: Miss and Jr loved it. They barely looked back.
I'll be fine.