Miles Run: O
Shoveling. Lots and lots of shoveling.
New Hampshire got slammed with a blizzard this weekend. It was quite exciting, even when the microwave died. Even when vacuum died. Even when the grill stopped working and the oven turned OFF. Even when the well cap got rammed with a snow plow and severed the wires rendering a family of six without water for 48 hours. It was all good.Who needs water when you've got produce? Who need a shower when you've got a smoothie? Who needs to flush the toilet when...well...it's time to flush. Sorry.
Since we live down a rural road, I can't run to the store every time I need something. But no need...I have discovered the secret to my success: shopping every two weeks, with a weekly milk run in-between.
At the back of Market Basket, my beloved grocery store, are tall racks stacked with produce that we spoiled Americans turn our noses up at. Yes, I too would wrinkle my nose at the slightest apple blemish, at bananas overly ripe.
No longer. I'm the girl you'll see loading up every grocery fun. I buy it all and freeze it all.
Tangerines, mangoes, kiwis, carrots, apples, bananas, papayas, spinach... All purchased on the cheap for my beloved morning cup 'o smoothie. Are you sick of my smoothie talk?
We make it a child/mother/bonding affair, washing all those strawberries
and plucking the grapes we used to be too picky to eat
Every fruit imaginable gets put into freezer bags. And mama is happy. And she's feeling groovy.
Vegetable seconds makes a great soup, too.
I have a friends whose mother dumpster dives behind grocery stores. I'm not there yet.