Going green isn’t all feel good. There’s a lot of guilt wrapped into my green living initiative, even to the point of my considering I should throw in the towel as a green person because I can't seem to get it right. This morning I threw in the carrots.
I’m musing on the porch again. After posting a couple of notes with real information about how to identify green windows and where to recycle foam packing peanuts, I’m down to mulling the bad feeling I had when I opened the lid on my composter today and poured from a pot containing baby carrots and water.
On December 24, the little orange babies were absolutely beautiful in my buffet. By December 25, those remaining were back against wall of the refrigerator, stuck staring at the back side of the big turkeys and hams that had entered after them.
A week later, motivated by resource appreciation more than appetite, I placed the baby carrots into a pot intending to steam them back to their original vibrancy. I barely covered them with water.
But, truthfully, I haven’t been in the mood for cooked carrots, so they stayed in the pot as a reminder at each meal. Cooked carrots never happened. This morning there was a foamy white froth on the water. I dismissed the idea of carrot wine and headed out to the compost with the pot.
I feel shame. My own laziness is the first reason, but I know it’s not only me and it’s not only about carrots. We buy more than we will eat. We find having too much food becomes a hassle to use efficiently. It takes effort to find someone with whom we can share it, so we defer action until the foamy white froth or velvety green coating appear and ultimately we toss it.
Perhaps this is my day of reckoning. I feel like I’m lining up for an all new “Sto
p Wasting” New Year’s resolution.
It’s time to leave the porch, but lest you think I’ve set my tone for an emotional bummer of a day, there is a silver lining in my view. The baby carrots are returning from whence they came. At least I'm composting. How about you?
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