Procrastination is the enemy of ending food waste

Monday: “Should we have the corn for dinner tonight?”
“Nah. Don’t feel like it. Let’s have it tomorrow.”

Tuesday: “Should we have the corn for dinner tonight?”
“Nah. Don’t feel like it. Let’s have it tomorrow.”

And so the conversation goes for the rest of the week, until Sunday night…

“Should we cook the corn for dinner tonight?”
“Yep. Great idea.”

So you go to the vegie crisper and, lo and behold, the corn’s gone mouldy and with it your dinner plans.

At this point a silly little argument ensues because someone, and apparently it’s me, is not taking food waste seriously enough. Well, that’s offensive. It’s just that when your other half has become this vigilant on the subject you can stop worrying, right? Wrong. You must be equally obsessive or, it seems, you don’t care.

I care. I certainly cared when I had to throw out half a packet of dates – which I love – but forgot about since they somehow ended up in hiding at the back of the fridge. This, I must confess, was a double food crime because not only did they end up in the rubbish, they came from California in the first place.

Then came the banana incident – there were two left in the fruit bowl looking rather tired and spotty and I loathe brown bananas. Someone made a smoothie with one – wasn’t me – and the other was still languishing in the bowl this morning. When I threw it away. Sorry.

I’ll be in the doghouse tonight. Me and the cats (see last entry here). Because they’re not taking it seriously enough either.