I have grown up in a household whereby waste is rare, particularly when it comes to food. Leftovers are always eaten and
On the weekend my dad noticed he had a pox of peaches rotting away, so had the idea to boil them and turn them into a mushy sweet that he likes. He later had a change of heart and soaked them in cask wine to make a sangria with them - sure they were the wrong type of fruit for sangria but it did the job.
Today in my evening walk I innocently ventured behind a closed fruit shop and noticed an untouched avocado that was sitting there behind a roller door. It had surely fallen off a box and would have been wasted. I felt it my duty to take it home and let it ripen.
I feel good that so little is wasted, however, on the flipside, I do tend to hoard belongings and it is often hard to throw anything out, but that is how I have been wired.
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