I’ve noticed there’s a kind of food hierarchy that’s developed in my household…and I’m mighty close to the bottom.
I shop for groceries every Sunday. As with most households, the week never ends “evenly” with a completely finished loaf of bread. So, I pick up one or two more at the store, depending on upcoming carb needs for the upcoming week.
This is when my bottom feeder placement on the food chain becomes apparent.
I tuck the new loaf(s) away in the bread box and put the still half-full loaf from the previous week up on top. Kind of a, “Hey! Eat this one first!” message for la familia.
Yeah, it never works out that way. Everyone goes for the new loaf I stuffed in the box. It’s ME that ends up finishing off the week old bread.
<Scratches head in bemusement.>
It’s not just the bread either. It’s the chips, the yogurt, the pre-sliced apples…even the lunch meat.
Now, hubby making a grab for the good stuff I get. He grew up in a household of nine kids so it was, “grab what you can or starve.” I’ve pointed out the roll waiting for him on top of the breadbox. He just rolls his eyes and laughs, chalking up yet another of my quirks to OCD.
He’s probably right. A sane person would just shrug, toss the old loaf away and dive into the fresh one along with everyone else. But I can’t. (Side Note: I’d like to point out that I’ve just publicly admitted on the internet that my husband was right about something. My quota for the month is now complete. <Blows kiss and winks.>)
The same type of behavior rears its head when I come home from work and the girls are finishing up their dinner. As a rule, I can expect at least a quarter of whatever the sitter fixed them to be lounging on a long abandoned plate. So, guess I what I have for dinner? Yep, leftover kid dinner. I don’t even bother to heat it up.
Part of me is proud of my behavior. I think of all those starving kids my parents told me about while I finish off a kiddy plate. I think about how the price of groceries has gone sky high as I finish off the decimated crumbs at the bottom of the Salt and Vinegar chips bag.
But then my gaze drifts over to the unopened package of some delicacy I’d been wanting to try, but am now too full on leftovers to tackle and I think, “Well, maybe tomorrow.”
It’s kind of depressing.
So, what do you think? Has my compulsion to finish things relegated me to bottom-feeder status for my household? Or am I being food/environmentally conscious and doing the right thing by not wasting? How does it happen in your house? Maybe it’s just a mommy thing? Are you low on the totem pole too? Or do you go for the good stuff?