One thing I do
I take an orange out of the fruit bowl. It isn't in perfect condition. I ate a similar one the night before and didn't enjoy it. So I put it down next to the fruit bowl and take another fresher orange instead.
Then I leave the slightly less than perfect orange by the fruit bowl. And leave it and leave it. Until it's so dry and wrinkly I can justify putting it in recycling.
One thing I don't do
Scream. Or even shout. It's just not something I do. I was aware of it last night when trying to make myself heard over the various conversations going on in Zac's - and, yes, I know, I should be projecting not shouting but I can't do that either.
And I realise that I never shout. I call George but that's not the same, and neither is it that loud. When I think I'm speaking loudly others don't hear me so perhaps I'm on Mute.
Shouting must be very liberating and one day, when I'm alone in the woods, I might just give it a try. If I can.
4 comments:
All that shouting sounds like Primal Scream Therapy. Very 60s!
I spent £1 on 5 peaches this afternoon. I only chose them over nectarines because they seemed softer and you know how nectarines can be rock hard and never seem to ripen. Anyway I thought peaches and nectarines were the same under the skin... but they're not. Peaches are much more like soggy toilet paper, whereas nectarines are luscious. How inconvenient..!
We had such a hot summer, the tomatoes my husband planted shrived before ever ripening. He started bringing in green ones I ripened on the window sill. The yield was unbelievably smaller from last year.
However, if fruit is imperfect but 90% edible I cut the bad out and eat it.
Shouting is very liberating. And good for the lungs. You should give it a try.
I always thought peaches were just suede-covered nectarines, gledwood.
I cut out bad bits too, nitwit. Can't waste good food.
I must do, nick. But choose my place carefully.
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