Updated to tell the truth about wasted food.
I’m listening to my kids try to figure out where each of the ingredients in their homemade granola bars is from. The nine-year-old-who-knows-just-about-everything says, “Well, the oats and nuts and sugar are probably from here. Coconuts could be from Africa or New Zealand. And raisins and “craisins” could be from just about anywhere.”
By the way, my reward for staging a photo? I turned my back and the dog ate half of these.
Well no, what really happened is he ate a couple and then I threw out the few that I thought his tongue might have touched.
No, what really happened is he ate a couple and then I threw out any I thought he might have breathed on.
Actually, I don’t throw out food if I can help it so what happened is I took the ones he might have breathed on and gave them to the chickens.
*sigh* No, I took the ones he might have breathed on and dumped them on the ground in front of the chicken coop along with the leftover split pea soup but the chickens decided it was too cold and snowy to come out. So there they sit, and even the barn cats are ignoring the free food.
Phew, honesty is tiring.