Hard topped muffin for breakfast.
Not for everyone of course, Kate has fruit, Chris cereal, and Dave crumpets. I could have had any of those, but there was one stale shop bought muffin left, and even though it was made with eggs which aren’t free range, (bought by Dave of course) wasting food seems like a bigger crime. It sat on the end of the bench where things are relegated before the bin, and I had my eye on it as I went to and fro through the kitchen. First time was for my wake up coffee, and at that time I wouldn’t have cared if it had been put in the bin. Next was when I made the lunches, and even considered throwing it into Katie’s pack up, she wouldn’t mind, she’d be pleased to have something shop bought and full of sugar, but my parenting guilt kicked in and she had a pear instead. My final and fatal trip was for my 2nd (and last) coffee, which I can sit quietly in front of the PC with, as they’ve headed out to school and work. While making this regular morning treat, I am cleaning away the results of the packed lunches and wiping down the benches. Last chance for the muffin, if it wasn’t eaten then it would go into the bin.
Of course before my blogging, eating that muffin would not have had this level of scrutiny, but it’s crumpled, tired wrapper is next to me as I type, and has me wondering why I ate it. Waste of course is one of the options, but the possibly, more realistic reasons, are greed and laziness.
I have always been greedy, only the last year or so, since turning 40 does it seem to be abating. I always had a passion and hunger for life itself, but that too seems to be abating.
