Good Morning!
First God created everything. And He saw that it was good.
Then He created man. That was the best.
Then He put man in charge of everything. So far, so good. God, in His abode, smiled.
Man was endowed with a superior brain by God, which made him very innovative, and he discovered Poly Hydro Carbons. Oh, ouch.
That was the beginning of the end.
Then he went further and made plastic straws.
Which started to choke and kill some of God’s Creation from Day Five.
Jesus Wept. Again.
Now we began to wonder what happened to man’s heart.
So now you’re thinking, what does this all have to do with me?
OK, Seattle, where our daughter Mekhala lives, has just outlawed the use of plastic straws, the first such law in the country.
From our several visits to the Pacific Northwest, I can say that Washington is at the forefront of environmental consciousness. Good for them.
Here’s where I come in.
Now, anyone who knows me knows that I have a serious case of OCD regarding, among other things, the use of everyday disposable items. In fact, I’m receiving treatment for the same as we speak. From my husband. So it’s free of charge.
The slogan Reduce, Reuse, Recycle, for me, is in that order. Reduce first. Then what we have, we try to reuse. Then if it must be in the third category, recycle it.
One small step for a woman. Another small step for mankind.
Are we still wondering where I’m going with this?
OK, You know those little plastic bags at the produce isles of our grocery stores, that weigh zero milligrams, that we all use and discard with all abandon? Yeah, that one.
I have a suggestion. After we bring them home, empty it, place it back in the reusable shopping bags which I’m sure you already use, and take it back to the store to put more veggies and fruits in.
You ask, ok, if I do this, what’s in it for me?
For anyone who takes such a pledge, to continuously and always do this, drop me line to let me know, and I’ll make them a (one-time) favourite snack of theirs.
Of course, the snack has to be something from among the assorted items in my cookbook. Like, if you say, you love Iranian caviar balls served with a touch of Dijon mustard on toasted brioche, and a sprig of sage on the side, that’s not my gig.
I got this idea of reusing these silly bags from our daughter Yamini who lives in Minnesota, (another progressive state), where she does this already.
A tree is always near a fallen apple.
However, my husband is already stressing about the prospect of me getting so many pledges that I’ll be in the kitchen constantly, instead of taking care of him.
Read on for the the following from the Washington Post which is what prompted me to make this post.
Some of my liberal friends are already gleeful that, for a change, my post this time is not about some ‘far-right’ political proposal.
Happy Thursday…keep your cool today. It’s going to be a scorcher along the Eastern Seaboard…
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