Waste

Lately I've been obsessed with not wanting to waste things.  So, right now my orange peels are boiling with cinnamon and ginger on the stove.  On my table there's a sheet of caramel waiting to be cut that I stripped off of failed caramel apples, boiled down, and poured out.  The mediocre apples were turned into apple butter.  The mediocre apple butter was mixed with the peach peel would-be butter that I had accidentally turned into more of a fruit leather, so now there's about 2 pints of apple-peach butter hanging out in the fridge.  The peach peel butter/leather was the result of not wanting to waste the peels from the peach/nectarine crisp I made so that I wouldn't waste mediocre peaches and overripe nectarines.  By the way, if your peaches suck so much you don't even want to bake them into anything, try mixing them with overripe, too-strong nectarines.  It'll definitely do the trick, plus make a layer of baked peach a little less monotonous.

I want to be industrious.  But mostly I just hate tossing something that should have had life.  There are only so many times I can go coax the horses into eating zucchini cores.  I try to use things up but sometimes they just mold.  Maybe mold is supposed to be life, but it isn't.  It's damage control.  It is a last-ditch effort by nature (or God) to make sense out of waste.  That's why I don't feel bad throwing away plastic wrap or aluminum foil.  A little bad.  I should probably reuse it like all the goody grandmas do.  But it wasn't ever supposed to have life.  It was supposed to have use.  And then it used up its use.  And now it's garbage.  I pity the landfill that receives it.

Kitten

Fairy Pools

What have I done.

Here lies gibberish, and I'm just going to have to get over it. Come join me in the Fairy Pools--a beautiful, cold, watery dungeon where I would like to find peace for my brain. Because has there ever been a more refreshing color than turquoise? Not really, no. Let us refresh the page in my mind.

Kitten