I up cycled my leftover lunch from yesterday into a more extravagant meal today. I am justifying my ‘extravagance’ because otherwise it might go to waste, and I simply hate throwing good food away. This may stem back from principles instilled in me from a young age by my grandfather, who is now no longer with us. You can have as much as you like to eat, but you should never waste food. Weird but I follow this more stringently than his daughter. My mother.
It’s funny when I think of how often I have seen food being thrown away when it was perhaps still perfectly good, or how often certain people in my lives go shopping for more food, without realising that they have perfectly good food in that could be eaten instead. First in, first out is a rule in my house. Meaning things should get used up before they go off. And we try not to buy food until we have run out of alternatives. Waste is a bad thing. Waste makes me feel sad. When I see food being put in the bin it makes me wonder about those people who perhaps cannot afford to eat that evening, who may have been able to eat that. Or the depleting landfill the earth has. I imagine if I was to compost the leftovers then it would not be so terrible. Yet the house I am in has no need for compost and there is not the space. One day, one day I will get my own composting bin and enjoy the fruits of my labours.