Sometimes I think I waste more vegetables than I eat. How about you? I got all fired up about juicing after watching "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead" (see an earlier post for the link). I bought vegetables that I usually don't buy so I could juice (kale, cilantro, ginger root, etc.). I get the rationale for juicing. It would be nearly impossible to eat as many vegetables as you drink through juicing. It has to be a power packed drink of vegetables. I don't even take the time the make smoothies. My juicer is kind of a pain to clean up afterwards too. I also have to stop halfway through the vegetables to clean out the pulp so I can finish up.
I already threw out the cucumbers I bought because they had become a science project in the refrigerator. I will check the kale and the cilantro tomorrow and it will probably be composted as well. It's over a week old. I do get salads thrown together as I buy the organic mixtures that are ready to eat. I have a Tupperware product that has vents on the side to let out the gases that cause vegetables to spoil more quickly and I have that filled with prepared carrots, broccoli, celery, cauliflower, and sometimes onions. That makes salads easy. The Tupperware mixture can also be used for steaming, then I chop up one of those veggie burgers and toss it in with a little butter and seasoning - yum. That's what I am having for supper but am waiting on a stomach growl before preparing it.
Our son who is in the Army brought home some venison from his last assignment that I mixed with hamburger and made a pot of chili with it. Duane likes spaghetti or macaroni in his chili so I added spaghetti since I wasn't planning on eating any of it. There is something about wild meat that is a turn off for me. I remember my Dad used to hunt and we would have rabbit or squirrel for supper sometimes. It wasn't too bad as I recall. He loved to fish as well and we would have blue gill, bass, or crappie at times. We lived on a farm and always had a freezer full of meat that we had grown ourselves. I remember my Mom in tears because a calf that she had saved through bottle feeding was on its way to the butcher. We had baby pigs and lambs that she would bottle feed and save when necessary for one reason or another. Those were the good old days I guess.
One funny thing is when my two brothers were out in the barn lot. Brian was in the hay mow and Bruce was in the barn yard. Brian peed on Bruce from up there so the race was on. Brian's speed was the only thing that saved his life on more than one occasion.