Another year dawned and I saw an article on the internet about how (North?) American families waste something like $130 on spoiled/uneaten food. Per month. Which, if true, seems awfully sad when there are people who don’t have enough food to eat.
The professor has a bit of a beef with me in this regard as he’s thrown out a fair amount of expired baby spinach, peppers and other moldy vegetables over the years. I buy them with the best of intentions, but somehow fail to cut them up or incorporate them in actual meals before they fall into a state of ‘that’s probably not a good idea’.
So it was Sunday and when I opened the (transparent) vegetable drawer in the refrigerator I found not one, but two heads of broccoli, one very large head of cauliflower and some less than perky carrots. I’d somehow forgotten about all of these in the course of a week?!
I considered throwing them in the garbage can – quietly. Because who could consume that many vegetables in one night? Then I thought about the $130. And I felt guilty. So I determined to make…something with said vegetables.
Roasted cauliflower. Broccoli Soup. Broccoli Slaw. Carrot-apple muffins.
I felt all kinds of virtuous until the clock struck 11 and I’d eaten nothing but roasted cauliflower. And my stomach wanted to disown me. And the equally afflicted professor wanted to disown me, vowing never to touch another piece of cauliflower in his life.
‘If I can go 10 years without eating dulce de leche [following some sort of incident] I think I can stay away from cauliflower,’ he assured me when I suggested he was being melodramatic.
The next night I attempted to serve the broccoli soup to the wonderboys. Along with grilled cheese sandwiches. Percy dipped a bite of his grilled cheese sandwich in the soup – as he always does when I make tomato soup. The look on his face was out of this world: surprise tinged with deep disgust. He nibbled his grilled cheese – only – for the rest of the meal. The Gort tasted a bite. ‘Well, what do you think?’ I asked. He stuck out his thumb, pointing it towards the tabletop. ‘It’s somewhere between bad and medium’ he explained, lest I tried to fool myself into thinking he’d meant ‘so-so’.
I tasted the soup. It wasn’t anything I cared to eat, ever again. Which begs the question: is it actually virtuous – making a disgusting soup that no one wants to eat, instead of simply tossing the main ingredient in the garbage?
[Side note: I rather like the broccoli slaw and have been nibbling on it these last two days. I only used 1tbsp of shallots and no red onions as I’m not a huge fan of raw onion. And I added apple…because I had one languishing in my fruit basket. Winning! Oh dear, did I just reference Charlie Sheen?]