Several months ago I bought a bag of frozen brussel sprouts. See, I was under the impression that my Beloved had a thing for them and I was trying to be an awesome wife. Plus, I thought maybe he could convince the kids that they were yummy, a feat that I, even with all my actor's training and experience, just couldn't do. I mean really, what are they, little tiny cabbages? Ugh. Yeah, I was mistaken. Apparently it's lima beans he adores. Whatever. So now I have a lonely bag of brussel sprouts in the freezer. No one in this house will eat them, but I just can't throw them away. It's a total waste of perfectly good food and people in Indonesia are starving for heavens' sake! Every time I see them in the back of the very bottom shelf I get this pang of guilt. I should cook them, we should eat them. And we will. When there is some sort of disaster and the grocery stores are all closed and we have eaten every other single thing in the house. Then, we will be glad of those brussel sprouts. See, I'm just thinking ahead.
*P.S. Craft show was fun. I only sold one premade apron but left with several custom orders and an inflated ego from all the compliments.