Last week there was another p**-like specimen. Revolting I know. Even the willow pattern plate can't disguise the fact that this is one yucky...CARROT. At least you know I'm not making this stuff up.
If I was falsifying the evidence there'd be different food items wasted here every week to make for more interesting reading. And they'd be just a little bit gooey, not full on disgusting. An asparagus spear here, a fennel bulb there and the odd wafferr thin mint. But no, it's carrots all the way. Again, and again, and AGAIN. If you do a search for carrots on this blog the results will return 8 weeks, yes that's two whole months, worth of Food Waste Friday posts devoted to carrots...white mouldy ones, black mouldy ones, ones with black AND white mould, green mouldy ones, cooked ones that were forgotten about, the lucky ones that narrowly escaped becoming food waste, and now we have the ones that skulk in plastic bags. A warning to you all; this is what happens when you leave a carrot in a plastic bag in a cupboard, for over a month:
Oh, and there was more.
A kiwi and an apricot had a bite taken out of them by a child, and were then rejected for being too hard and crunchy. I don't know why I hung onto half eaten fruit until it went mouldy, but I did.
And while the carrots and soft fruit have been silently decomposing, the ongoing decluttering and house contents simplifying exercise has gone rather quiet too.
Just a bit of half-hearted, pretend decluttering.
You know the sort. Where you thin out some piles of paperwork, and easily recycle the stuff that doesn't need to be kept, but procrastinate extremely on the filing of the stuff that does. Mostly because the filing system itself is also full to bursting and needs pruning. And so it goes. This decluttering business is neverending (and dare I say it, a little bit dull).