I am the biggest food waster. I am constantly throwing out food--or not throwing it out in some cases. I have a container of yogurt in my fridge that expired Oct 22. Yesterday i threw out about a pound and a half of fruit salad that was given to me at one of my jobs. It had actually fermented. I considered drinking it, but it was too rank even for me. I'm just kidding, i don't drink anymore. I used up my entire lifetime allotment of alcohol by the time i was about 22. Trust me, you do NOT want me to touch anything containing booze.
For the past 3 nights i've had the same "dinner". A sandwich with Buddig sliced meat, and ketchup chips. A real blast from my past. It's funny how some foods retain such powerful memories. When i was about 13, my mom would get me a bag of ketchup chips as a special treat after going to the orthodontist (yeah i know, pretty lame treat, lol). I was in gymnastics then, and kept on a pretty tight leash as far as diet went. Eating something like chips was a small rebellion, and my mom was my partner in crime. It was just the two of us on those appointments and in a small way, it was like a secret we shared. I was also in track, a sprinter and long jumper. When i was at meets, my mom would pack me a lunch with my favorite, a (Buddig) corned beef sandwich. I used to count how many slices of meat she put in my sandwich--each layer meaning more love. A seven slice sandwich was a good day. Today, i put a whole package in a sandwich ( a whole 65 grams!), but my mom can still make one last for 2 or 3 sandwichs. I certainly don't think that means i am more loving than my mom. More like i'm just a pig.
Snort.
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