Some time ago someone asked me some specifics about my partner. Specifically, they wanted to know if my partner was male, i.e. whether I was in a heterosexual relationship.
It was clear to me that this person had not read my blog for very long, because I think it’s obvious that we are living the life of a traditional family. I am the primary caregiver and he is the primary earner and we cohabit at the same address and raise the spawn together.
We eat a lot of vegetables. Raw, cooked, steamed, in soups, stews, sauces…and, we compost the non-edible parts. Mostly.
But sometimes, I think there’s too much waste going into the compost bin. Right?
Some of you know I spend half my life living away from home, for a variety of reasons. I make the effort to leave a fully stocked fridge for the teens and their dad, but sometimes (often) I come home to find much of it still there. They do prep and eat some of the veg but when it comes to certain items, like chard or kale for instance, they tend to just leave it.
Well I don’t want to chuck that stuff out every time I come home. So I came up with a creative idea of how to make use of those odds and ends. And now, you can too, because I’m going to show you how.
There are 2 methods, and I’ve done both with success: Raw and Cooked.
Every so often I read a story by a writer or author which awakens something inside of me. Usually, it begins right with the first sentence, or paragraph. It’s almost like I can hear the voice of this person while reading the words.
I saw a cabin like this somewhere on social media a couple of weeks ago.
It was a meme, of sorts. It went something like this (I’m paraphrasing):
This is a basic cabin with food, water and a wood fireplace. There is no tv, no wifi, no phone, no internet. You have food and water and firewood. Can you stay here for one month? If yes you can collect a prize of $100,000.
My initial answer was an immediate HELL YES. 🙂
One month? I have food, water and warmth? Who cares about the internet or tv…
The week leading up to Christmas had me feeling low and borderline depressed. This is pretty standard for me this time of year, and was augmented by the prevailing lockdown. I tried to keep my head above water but failed. There is a metaphorical abyss in my life that has a life of its own. For one thing, it moves. It follows me around. 😬