I have a terrible habit of generalized procrastinating. Sure the bills get paid on time and birthday cards appear in mailboxes without needing to apologize for the lateness of their arrival. But most other things that have deadlines? I tend to cut those really close or miss them all together. Calendars don’t help me. I have three of them. And somehow, whatever appointment or date or deadline I need won’t be on the calendar I happen to be looking at. Maybe I need a personal assistant to stay on top of things. I had hoped that The Mistah could take on that responsibility but he’s more scattered than I am…we’re quite a pair, really. So until the cat learns how to coordinate my day planner, Yahoo calendar, and the 12 months of Sock Monkeys for 2010 hanging on the fridge, I’ve got only myself to blame.
And since I do the cooking around here, I can only blame myself for letting ingredients sit unused and unloved in the refrigerator until they go bad. I’m at my worst with produce. Fruits and vegetables get buried in the bins until they bear only the slightest resemblance to their former selves. Cleaning out the crispers is always an archaeological adventure. The bag with mushy dark green torpedos covered in fuzz? Could be the cucumbers I bought weeks ago for salad. Or it could be a weapon of mass destruction lurking about my Frigidaire. And I could swear that the Tupperwear had jicama slices in it. But now it’s filled with an oozy slime that renders the contents unidentifiable. I sometimes wonder if I should be wearing a hazmat suit on those occasions when I get around to cleaning out the fridge. Because I’m sure that labs, where they actually mean to produce mold and penicillin, take safety precautions. And I’ve seen enough episodes of “How Clean Is Your House” to be properly skeeved out by the knowledge of what havoc bacteria can unleash. Continue reading “Kumquat Jam”