Items Perishable

So I've always had a problem with bread. That is to say I can never make it through a whole loaf. Well I can, but not before it starts to go moldy. This was a particular problem in Hull where Marcel would pop out to LIDL and I would buy the cheapest bread possible. Unfortunately in England the cheapest bread seems to have the fewest preservatives (going bad in 3 - 10 days), a maxim, while logical, opposite that of America. So I bought a few loaves only to get about halfway through each one before throwing it away, when I asked Marcel if he wanted to split them with me. This was fine, until I realized I was usually only getting upwards of 5-6 slices (if I was lucky) before the bread was gone. All of which puts me in a bind: do I buy unnecessary amounts of food and let some of it go bad or do I gamble with getting little to none of what I pay for? It's a lose-lose situation for me.

Moreover, this seems to be a trend with all the perishables I buy; fruit, vegetables, dairy. It's led me to a trend where I tend to purchase items which don't go bad, e.g. items that come boxed, canned, or frozen.

Not so long ago, I bought a loaf of bread, determined to get through it. I was very good about it in the beginning, making sandwiches and toast. Then as the slices dwindled, so did my interest and I went about masticating habits in other avenues. Yesterday I looked up, to find only two more slices. I was going to do it. I was going to make a sandwich, finish off the loaf, and eat with unabashed pride. But... much to my dismay, I pulled last two soldiers from thier once full barracks to find... you guessed it, mold. Not a lot. Just a thing coating along the bottom but thus, making the slices inedible.

Other times I would have cut around it.

This time I was too upset.


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The job is getting... better? God, I hope it is. The hardest thing in the world is nto being sure if you're going to get paid for the work you're doing. But my paycheck is inching ever upwards to a living wage. Soon I can start paying off those debts.

It's rough. Real rough. I don't know how long I'll keep at it.

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In other news, we found a house. Mercedes, Jacques, and I are moving into a killer pad wedged neatly between Capitol Hill and Eastlake. It's got a spectacular view. I can't wait for the Fourth and New Years. Parties will ensue*. Drunken outings will commence. Moving begins Sunday. Soon after, comes the housewarming party.
I've discovered I need a little more space than I have. I like to think of myself as more minimalist than I actaully am. I archive stuff, I have folders I know I'll never use but can't bear to throw away. I have all these master plans for basically souvenioring my entire life into a room. And later The Museum. Geez. I need to get a life.

* To be addressed in the next blog.