Going Green with Mahala
As I mentioned, I had to hit Wally World yesterday. Old Mother Hubbard didn't have a damned thing on me. We were down two fish fillets and a apple and I'm the only one who eats fish. I hit Ma up for some help with the food bill, it's between paydays, ya'll know how that goes. Apparently she had a cash stash going on in her nightstand, which she handed to me, gave me a list of what she wanted and told me to get "whatever" with the rest. I'm not going to tell you how much it was because I spent every stinking penny. I had to borrow a dollar from The Amazon when I got to the checkout because I went over.
I can tell you that our freezer is full and that's one ginormous chunk of one less thing to worry about for a couple of weeks.
I had to make The Amazon haul my Christmas bonus turkey to the trash bin to make room for all of it. The big arsed fowl has been sitting in there since December, through numerous power outages and I'd already been informed by the other people living in my house that if I cooked it, I'd be eating alone.
I like turkey but not that much. I still think it would have been okay, but I reckon with all the salmonella outbreaks and brouhaha over bacteria and whatnot, tossing it was the safe thing to do.
A couple of years ago I watched a series on PBS about some people who volunteered to be gathered up and dumped on the shore somewhere remote with only the supplies that the pilgrims would have had. They formed a society and lived as they would have lived way back when. The New Age pilgrims were scraping bugs off meat and eating it and picking green fuzz off veggies before they cooked them and they survived. Don't you reckon maybe we're just spoiled nowadays? What's a little fuzz anyway? Penicillin is made from that stuff right? Maybe the fuzz is good for you, but we'll never know 'cuz the first sign of anything interesting going on and we toss what is probably perfectly good free antibiotics right in the trash.
I could give new meaning to "going green."
I'd better get the ol' honker to the grindstone. Bossholio is riding the attitude trolley this morning. We don't want him to derail.
Ya'll have a good one, we'll talk again soon.