I’m coming clean. My name is Cheryl and I have a food obsession. Not an eating disorder sort of obsession. I obsess about spoilage. We buy too much food. Rob, my husband has a food obsession too. He worries about not having enough food. I clench my teeth when he rolls into the driveway after a trip to Costco, his trunk has enough food for a family of six. Mind you, there are just the two of us. He buys quart size bottles of ketchup (that I turn into barbecue sauce before the expiration date). Cases of graham crackers for a cheesecake recipe (he made just one, ONE, cheesecake). I gave away the unopened boxes to charity. Are you getting the picture? We could not be more diametrically opposed.
It bothers me so much, that I’ve even forbade him from grocery shopping. Yes, I’m that controlling. I’m sick when I clean out the fridge and see the half-eaten cottage cheese containers, mushy cucumbers, etc. Food that would make my chickens turn up their beaks haughtily.
This confession isn’t a surprise to my close friends and family (although I suspect they roll their eyes when I begin a diatribe). However, food waste is not just an issue for me it is also a big issue in America. More about that later.
To avoid waste in the refrigerator, I now date perishable foods.
What to do with the summer grapes (or other fruit) that looks slightly questionable? They aren’t appealing when getting soft, but they’re still edible! Put fruit and sugar in a pot and you have jam!