Well, I discovered something.
Yes, 2/3 of the mess of this two-person household comes from my hubby.
Someone explain that math, please? (Joke. I can do the math. I just hate that math.)
What's back? Besides random items left in weird places, used kleenex on a table (ugh! 30 years and he still does that! GROSS), and a sudden need to fumigate the house as well as do more laundry? ....
Well, hugs and kisses, yeah, and the cats are back on form. They are HILARIOUS. Just me? A few meows, a lot of pets, chillin', playin', whatevs. He comes back? Oh, it's operatic cat cussing. Why? B/c they know. I apparently get "Feline" and don't need to be howled at. Hubby, however? Oh, he's the object of sonic warfare! MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEEEEEEEEOW!
I had no idea how quiet the cats are with me by comparison till now. Dang!
So today is April 23, and today I did the experiment. Milk said "Best by April 23". I opened it today. EW! Dang, what do you know. A best-by date applied.
This is NOT true for most foods ----- if the package is still unopened, the food can last up to 3 to 6 months longer than it says. In fact, it's "BEST" by ----- not EDIBLE by. Thta said, I store all rice, lentils, etc. in airtight glass jars instead of their original packaging, b/c then they really last. And last. And last. Tomato puree, on the other hand, best be refrigerated if you're gonna keep it around a long time. Even if unopened.
Do you go to a farmer market? I do! Turns out we're paying more for what the supermarkets WILL NOT BUY ---- and there went my last illusions. Actually, it depends on the size of the farm endeavor, and if the supermarket is a chain that even buys local. Some do, some don't. And it's impossible to find certain things at the supermarket (nobody but me eats fennel, apparently). So we're paying more than supermarket *retail* for stuff that is ... "seconds".
How to tell? If your farmer market people show up in a panel truck. Clue number one that they're a big enough producer that they're selling to supermarkets ----- or they're selling last week's produce from a supermarket!
Clue two? They never seem to run out of anything. Wait, what? Again, how many people are eating home-raised bok choy around here? Hmm....
Clue three? They have fancy labels that didn't come off a home printer. Do the rubbing alcohol test. A drop of rubbing alcohol on most home printer labels will destroy the ink. On professionally printed labels, not so much.
As you can tell, it's farm market day in my neighborhood, and the kickoff of the official summer food market season. We've had very warm weather, so we'll be seeing a lot of stuff early this year. I need to prep myself for canning and pickling. I am, yes, too old and sore for that sh*t, but... Unless I get a freezer that never needs electricity, I can't rely on much else. Why? Simply put, people be stupid; we lost power for hours last night when a construction crew backed their dozer into a pole and knocked out our half of the county. *headdesk*
And in Virginia, you can't count on the weather to keep things cold!
FRIDAY HEALING AND HOPE TO ALL! ------
Wow, I am doing... well, rotten, really, LOL.Weather change. Stress. PTSD stuff. I am terrified to see Mom this Sunday for Mothers Day. I just don't want to see her. I don't want to see that she needs rescue, and have to walk away from it. I don't want to see her treat us badly for doing better by her than she did by *her* mother. And now our next-door is bitching at Hubby about somethign we do,...
Been awake since 230 am again from nightmares/flashbacks of seeing dad on life support over teh ipad when he was dying. I miss him so bad i keep breaking down..................I want my Daddy back!!!!!!!!!!!!! But heathy!!!!!!! Sunday is mothers day, my angel babies are in heaven all 4. I cant take this pain from losing so many its so hard!!!!!!! My heart is just shattered right now..............