*Disclaimer: No photos will be attached to this post, because then you would never come visit me again and I would hate that.*
Remember my exciting announcement?
I know, there are a lot of exciting announcements around here, you’re probably confused. I’m sorry.
Do you remember that time I asked you to call me Ruth ‘cuz I was a bona fide gleaner and I bragged about my piles of potatoes and onions? Yeah, that time! Well, I did something dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb…
I left them in the plastic bins.
Yes, I really did know better, I just wasn’t thinking straight.
Gustavo said “How can you keep it from going bad?” and I had all the answers! Something just didn’t click about the “moisture free environment” not meaning plastic tubs.
The onions are goners. They are now in the dumpster and the smell of onion mold pervades my soul. I feel… moldy. I smell moldy. My house smells moldy.
It is sad.
But the potatoes… well, the potatoes just have a little mold. They are still firm. And that gets me to thinkin’.
First of all, let me set the record straight: Mold is gross. I hate it. I don’t want to even think about the possibility of consuming it. When I was a kid and Mom would cut the mold off of the bread or the cheese and say the rest of it was okay I was not okay with that. I could taste it even when it wasn’t there just by thinking that it could be.
But… we’re talking 300 lbs of potatoes! And, you know what? About 2 years ago I started cutting the mold off the cheese and saying the rest was okay. And I just threw away 160 lbs of onions, I’m not sure I have the mental stability to throw away 460 lbs of food in one day.
But I also don’t know if I have the mental stability to wash, peel, cook, and freeze 300 lbs of potatoes tonight. So, instead, I’m writing to you about my embarrassing little problem to say this: What would you do?
Oh, and does anyone have a hankering for hash browns?