Bored

Staring at the vegetable drawer in the fridge. It is half full of limp, droopy produce. I Have Done It Again - bought too much in a fit of enthuiasm and now I am paying the price.

I had ordered and paid for a box of organic vegetables. But en route and on the spur of the moment, I decided to drop in at the Collingwood Children's Farm Market (another post, trust me!). As per usual, I was overwhelmed with all the gorgeous, simply gorgeous stuff. Now when I saw the best broccoli I have seen all year at 4 for $5, how could I resist? Into the bag they went, along with a cauliflower, red cabbage and four bunches of coriander. I bought as much as I could carry and my shoulders ached for days. But it was worth it, I thought. Until I collected my boxes of fruit and vegetables and went "oh oh".

We've worked our way through most of it but the first bloom has definitely worn off. And I am now just tired of opening the fridge to see the same soggy stuff staring back at me. Bored bored bored with it. I know this sounds very petulant and Western, but guess what? That's exactly what I am.

But the remains of my conscience won't let me throw anything out until it actually has moulded, so tonight I picked out the by-now-very-bendy zucchinis and threw them in a pan sliced, with mint and spring onions. I figured this would help hide their limpidity. It wasn't bad, but I can't wait to empty that drawer and fill it up with new, exciting, fresh stuff.

The really appalling part about this is that it's nothing new. I do this all the time. When am I going to learn?