Where does this come from?!
I mean, she's too young to have lived through the Great Depression... did she pick it up from her mother and pass it on?
What is it about my upbringing that makes it SO HARD to throw something useful away?
Whether it's tin-foil pie pans, elastic bands, half full lotion bottles, plastic straws and forks or 2 tablespoons of mashed potatoes...
What IS that?!
I know I'm getting better than I was... at least I hope I am.
But it's still hard to think about wasting something.
Take That Rhubarb, for example... there it sits, 3 extra large freezer bags full... probably 25 or 30 pounds of rhubarb... and I'm kind of losing my interest in it.
But the fact that it's there- that it could be made into juice, or pie filling or any number of rhubarby things and is, instead, going to waste, drives me nuts!
(Probably more than the fact that I spent several hours sorting, cleaning and chopping it up.)
What's a girl to do?
Let's just blame our Mother.
I think we can pin "You have to eat the meat! It's the most expensive part of the meal" on her too... as well as "If you're too sick to go to school work, then you're too sick to go out tonight. So yes. Feel guilty. Absolutely."
Good thing our Mother is a good sport...