Some might see this as a problem.
I see this as a solution.
I wish I could tell you that I was making my own mixed vegetables. Alas, that would be a lie.
Instead, with the neurosis that only a square piece could have, Wednesday morning I carefully separated every pea from every carrot, every piece of corn from every green bean, and so on and so forth. If you don’t already know, it takes a very specific personality trait to enjoy this type of task.
Here’s the deal: About a week before Bennett was born, I bought a jumbo bag of organic mixed veggies from Costco. In nesting mode, I hadn’t wanted to be without easy veggies once my baby arrived because 1) I always feel like a slug when veggies are missing from my diet, 2) I wanted to be a good girl and eat the type of diet that would benefit my hopes to breastfeed and 3) frozen veggies work best when you don’t plan on going to the grocery store for a month or so.
What I hadn’t anticipated was how little I’d be cooking for our family thanks to all of the incredible meals that were made for us new parents! The bag of frozen vegetables was just taking up valuable freezer space that we needed for Bennett’s milk supply! Brian’s not a huge fan of the frozen veggie combo, but prefers straight up corn as a side dish to anything. Presently, I prefer freshly roasted vegetables, but use chopped carrots in cooking all of the time. The peas and green beans seemed perfect for pureeing into baby food for Bennett, so clearly the only solution that I could live with was to pick apart the bag of frozen vegetables and divvy up the goods.
(By the way, it is with this exact same obsession that I touch up highlighted hair, picking out the bleached pieces and leaving behind the natural, virgin lowlights. It behooves you blondes to seek out square piece hairstylists if you like that natural mixture to not get blonder and blonder and blonder over time!)
Welp, I’ve used the corn twice since Wednesday; the carrots, once; the pureed green beans have been twice tested and approved by Bennett; the pureed peas are in the freezer awaiting their turn.
Waste not, want not. I could not be happier to have that big, ol’ bag out of my way and to not have to live with the self-imposed guilt of throwing out perfectly good food!