"Wasted away in Margaritaville"
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(Jimmy Buffett reference)
A CSN friend of mine recently posted about waste, (um, food waste...not the other kind, thankfully), and made some valid points that I wanted to expand upon.
I think I have mentioned recently that following Thanksgiving it has been difficult to figure out what is what in the fridges, due to the fact that everything is in rather nondescript containers (and some of the food, to be honest, is rather nondescript: I have to ask my wife ... Um, what is this?).
But D Lewis (my CSN friend, not some celebrity you haven't heard of yet, although that COULD happen) makes a good point about waste in general. When we begin to eat again, we are likely to experience lots of waste of food. Our eyes are bigger than our stomachs (and our stomachs are bigger than our throats). We remember things as they once tasted and are surprised when that is no longer so. We think that, intuitively, this should go down well, and find out that this is not the case.
So there are leftovers. Or, as D Lewis wisely calls it, waste.
In her case, from what I've recently read, she simply told everyone in the family to get over it, that there would be some waste (maybe much waste) and that they would have to live with it. When she was done with something, regardless of how much was left on the plate, it was headed to the disposal or the can. (Not that can, unless she ate it, I guess.)
A great idea!
Me, I have been Ghandi-like in my guilt about wasting. And so, my wife bought containers. Lots of containers. Lots of small containers. And before long, our refrigerators (we have two, just in case, I suppose, there is a nuclear war in our area OR we need extra beer for the relatives) were filled with a boatload of small containers.
As I started on my journey toward food recovery, (I was going to call it food redemption, but that sounded presumptuous, even for me
), I was eating lots of creams of this and creams of that types of soup. My fridge was filling up with tiny containers of leftover soups.
The thing is, you can live on cream of chicken soup for several days (I've proven it), but you don't want to.
Me, I really did not want to waste anything, did not have D's spirit of "Who cares if there are people starving in Ethiopia, I ain't saving this crap." (Not picking on D, not picking on D).
I sincerely tried to save everything and still do, although I think she is right.
I have found over time that I eventually have to throw stuff away anyway, either because it is unidentifiable or has become a toxic substance. It gets expensive when you have to call in the HAZMAT crew to clean out your fridge.
OR because my wife is not home to tell me whether it is good or bad: I HAVE made cream of cheddar soup with bad milk and even eaten it. I should be on Jerry Springer.
My tendency early on was to eat sort of the same things for days in a row, once I found I could down them. There was the eggs period, and the soups period, and the salad period, and each time, stuff would collect in my fridges: scrambled eggs I hoped to mix with cream of chicken the next day, a salad in a valdalia onion dressing I just KNEW would be pleasant looking the next day.
And now... Thanksgiving leftovers. I have eaten all of the mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, squash casserole, flubber gravy, and whatever that brown stuff was, that I can handle in any one consecutive series of meals.
I finished off the pumpkin pie, not because I wanted it, but to clean something out of the fridge. Next up: the cheesecake.
In the meantime, I am nearly afraid to make anything new. Where would I put the stuff I don't eat? What if I make soup and can't eat it all? Is there room for the leftovers anywhere?
I think D has provided the solution. What I don't eat goes away. At once. (Except for chili, of course.)
A CSN friend of mine recently posted about waste, (um, food waste...not the other kind, thankfully), and made some valid points that I wanted to expand upon.
I think I have mentioned recently that following Thanksgiving it has been difficult to figure out what is what in the fridges, due to the fact that everything is in rather nondescript containers (and some of the food, to be honest, is rather nondescript: I have to ask my wife ... Um, what is this?).
But D Lewis (my CSN friend, not some celebrity you haven't heard of yet, although that COULD happen) makes a good point about waste in general. When we begin to eat again, we are likely to experience lots of waste of food. Our eyes are bigger than our stomachs (and our stomachs are bigger than our throats). We remember things as they once tasted and are surprised when that is no longer so. We think that, intuitively, this should go down well, and find out that this is not the case.
So there are leftovers. Or, as D Lewis wisely calls it, waste.
In her case, from what I've recently read, she simply told everyone in the family to get over it, that there would be some waste (maybe much waste) and that they would have to live with it. When she was done with something, regardless of how much was left on the plate, it was headed to the disposal or the can. (Not that can, unless she ate it, I guess.)
A great idea!
Me, I have been Ghandi-like in my guilt about wasting. And so, my wife bought containers. Lots of containers. Lots of small containers. And before long, our refrigerators (we have two, just in case, I suppose, there is a nuclear war in our area OR we need extra beer for the relatives) were filled with a boatload of small containers.
As I started on my journey toward food recovery, (I was going to call it food redemption, but that sounded presumptuous, even for me
), I was eating lots of creams of this and creams of that types of soup. My fridge was filling up with tiny containers of leftover soups.The thing is, you can live on cream of chicken soup for several days (I've proven it), but you don't want to.
Me, I really did not want to waste anything, did not have D's spirit of "Who cares if there are people starving in Ethiopia, I ain't saving this crap." (Not picking on D, not picking on D
).I sincerely tried to save everything and still do, although I think she is right.
I have found over time that I eventually have to throw stuff away anyway, either because it is unidentifiable or has become a toxic substance. It gets expensive when you have to call in the HAZMAT crew to clean out your fridge.
OR because my wife is not home to tell me whether it is good or bad: I HAVE made cream of cheddar soup with bad milk and even eaten it. I should be on Jerry Springer.
My tendency early on was to eat sort of the same things for days in a row, once I found I could down them. There was the eggs period, and the soups period, and the salad period, and each time, stuff would collect in my fridges: scrambled eggs I hoped to mix with cream of chicken the next day, a salad in a valdalia onion dressing I just KNEW would be pleasant looking the next day.
And now... Thanksgiving leftovers. I have eaten all of the mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, squash casserole, flubber gravy, and whatever that brown stuff was, that I can handle in any one consecutive series of meals.
I finished off the pumpkin pie, not because I wanted it, but to clean something out of the fridge. Next up: the cheesecake.
In the meantime, I am nearly afraid to make anything new. Where would I put the stuff I don't eat? What if I make soup and can't eat it all? Is there room for the leftovers anywhere?
I think D has provided the solution. What I don't eat goes away. At once. (Except for chili, of course.)
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Hoarding!
For a while anything that went down without a fight I would hoard lol. I am the queen of
container's. No just any container either. They had to be a certain size & clear so I could
see exactly what I was hoarding. I had an emergency food section also. Drove my family nut's. Now I have totally cleaned out the freezer & two fridges & seem more relaxed about
the food issue. It can be so darned exhausting & was truly wearing me out. Plus I can afford
to loose a couple of lbs anyway.0 -
Anyway you can do it I guessrozaroo said:Hoarding!
For a while anything that went down without a fight I would hoard lol. I am the queen of
container's. No just any container either. They had to be a certain size & clear so I could
see exactly what I was hoarding. I had an emergency food section also. Drove my family nut's. Now I have totally cleaned out the freezer & two fridges & seem more relaxed about
the food issue. It can be so darned exhausting & was truly wearing me out. Plus I can afford
to loose a couple of lbs anyway.
Joe/ rozaroo
The way I looked at it was like this; anything and anyhow I could get something down I did, if there were leftovers it was because it fell out during the process of trying to eat it and the dog cleaned up the left over mess. The dog still comes to the table anytime I sit down to eat in hopes I make a mistake and miss my mouth, which is sometime normal0 -
It is funny how we get onHondo said:Anyway you can do it I guess
Joe/ rozaroo
The way I looked at it was like this; anything and anyhow I could get something down I did, if there were leftovers it was because it fell out during the process of trying to eat it and the dog cleaned up the left over mess. The dog still comes to the table anytime I sit down to eat in hopes I make a mistake and miss my mouth, which is sometime normal
It is funny how we get on food kicks. I seem to no longer eat the things I had during my kick. I no longer want them because I made my self sick of it since I could only eat those things for a time,so it was breakfast lunch and dinner of that same food and as you know, it gets old real fast. Plastic food storage bags have become my new friend. No muss no fuss with containers. When in doubt, I chuck it out and I don't need to bust out the hazmat gloves to get the unidetifiable fuzzy mass out of the container and then have to wash the container.
The more expensive, complete swallowing failures usually go straight up to my parents to get fed to Thor, the 200lb mastiff, and Woola, the 135 lb rottie.
I am more like D Lewis these days. I'm feeling less guilty when I cannot eat something and need to toss it. Sometimes it goes in the burner barrel, sometimes compost, sometimes out for the rac@ons. (it sensored me. The little fuzzy masked bandits.). Depends on what it is. I had to get over the initial guilt and I realized that I need to cut myself some slack and it will take time and patience. We need to eat and there is just no getting around some waste. But I'm glad that I am well enough that I can do my own shopping because it really bothered me when my dad was getting my food and wouldn't take money from me and if I had to waste it that really bugged me. Same when I rarely eat up there and can't finish it or swallow it. Especially if people comment.
The title of this thread makes me want to get to Las Vegss, at Border Grille in Mandalay Bay for their margaritas. Mmmm. Best ever!!0 -
Too funny!D Lewis said:Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Go Joe! Now you're starting to think straight! Damn the potatoes; full speed ahead! Let go of the guilt. Put the Ethiopians right out of your head.
Deb
I'm with you D!
Love Joe's line eyes bigger than stomach, stoamch bigger than throat--too true.
I don't worry about waste..also I live with 3 hungry people (my husband who works a very physical job and 2 sons), so there is not much leftover.
I actually am a bit protective.."Yes I am still eating this. It only looks like I am done."
stacey0 -
not a problem
hubby is a neat freak. anything out of place or around too long gets tossed. this includes the fridge. i actually have the problem of "um hun that was still good. why did you throw that out?"
he isn't really eating as much as he is supposed to. he's hungry all the time but since he can't taste anything, he won't eat.
*sighhhh*0 -
No Desiremswijiknyc said:not a problem
hubby is a neat freak. anything out of place or around too long gets tossed. this includes the fridge. i actually have the problem of "um hun that was still good. why did you throw that out?"
he isn't really eating as much as he is supposed to. he's hungry all the time but since he can't taste anything, he won't eat.
*sighhhh*
When I didn't want to eat, I relied more on smoothies (add yogurt, protein powder, bananas, Ensure or whatever, and peanut butter to up the calorie count). With liquid food, I could at least chug it, and get it over with instead of the torture of eating food that was just wrong. I also ate some weird combinations. had several rounds of fiber one cereal blended up with chicken broth - gak - but I could taste the chicken broth, and I could get it down. Soldier on.0
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