Yesterday, folks, was Food Waste Friday. Fear not, I did clean out my fridge.
The bowl was some chicken-ish soup I had thrown together a few weeks ago that Bitsy Girl didn’t particularly want to finish. I don’t know how long it has been in the fridge, so it’s going. The purple top container was some gravy when I made roast chicken. Last paycheck. So two weeks ago. I’m not sure about the lifespan of gravy in the fridge, but I am not about to test it.
Below it is some turkey rice soup I had made (you can see a pattern here) that Bitsy Girl didn’t like much either. I do try to re-introduce foods I make for the family at least once, but if she refuses it, I typically don’t push the issue. She is a very good eater otherwise, and I am amazed sometimes at the things she loves.
Olives, for example. Seriously, what 18-month-old loves olives? Mine.
Finally, on the bottom was some leftover salad that I had sent with Beard to work for his dinner. He has a hard time eating green things in general, and I think I just got over zealous and gave him a bunch, in hopes that the ranch dressing would cover up the taste enough. It didn’t. And then it sat in our fridge til I found it yesterday. Ew.
I have been asked by a lot of people how it’s going with two children. I ended up taking a short sequence of photos yesterday that I feel really exemplifies the sisterly relationship already developing between my girls:
The Mini Squish, just relaxing in her boppy.
Bitsy Girl, in a blur as usual, runs in for a hug.
Then a kiss on the nose.
Then I get a big grin from the Squishy Bean.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love having two little girls.