An anarchist in our midst: our plastic free year
I haven’t always been an anarchist. I only started breaking the rules when the need for them seemed arbitrary. As this whole project has been based on my own personal whim I guess that makes me the rule maker and the rule breaker. Perhaps, I have already proved my point at this early stage… perhaps life in 2019 does go hand in hand with plastic. Isn’t that a shame?
Here’s how the week started. Well! I am no baker. My parents might argue that I am best off out of the kitchen full stop. So with little more than an excuse for adult interaction I invited a friend round to make hot cross buns in the bread maker while her son played with my two. Needless to say I now selling a bread maker if you want to buy one? We placed the ingredients in and as stated nothing works for me in the kitchen and that includes the scales brought for £15. Apparently, one can’t expect scales to work for that mere price as these never really have. I began to wish I had known said friend longer as my face turned to red while estimating the required quantities of flour, sugar and butter.
Our children had started killing each other by the time the machine had added the raisins and finished turning them into a soft dough. Soft being the operative word. In fact after all those hours waiting on a machine; I wasn’t convinced it was just the quantities in question. There appeared to be flour in the corners of the bread making dish. Not a quitter I gave the stuff a quick box about myself, divided it up, waited for the rising of the dough that never came (do we pay attention to best before dates on yeast? Answer in the comments) and threw it in the oven.
You will be surprised no doubt to hear that they came out sublime… ‘Better than the real thing’ my princess declared while biting a chunk off the warm bun that resembled a rock cake. Now, she doesn’t like hot cross buns. These are my son and I’s favorite and with mutual understanding we agreed that they weren’t, but shared one nonetheless. The hot cross buns the next day were not so happily demolished however. I believe to this day there is still a couple sat in the tin never to touch warm lips.
What went wrong? Was it the lack of plastic covering them? Did the tin not quite live up to its air tight job? Or were they destined to failure from the start. Perhaps you culinary experts have an opinion? Regardless to the reason, the whole thing proved a disappointment. Instead of the two minutes it takes me to pluck them from the shelves and lob them over my shoulder into the trolley it took three hours in recipe finding, confab and production. Instead of the four minutes it takes me remove one from the packet, butter and pass it to said whining child (no I don’t like them hot) it took an hour of chasing a laughing child around the front room. To then peel their grasping fingers from a packet of snacks to entice them instead with something that quite frankly I didn’t want to eat any more either. Project fail.
To add insult to injury we were all ill a few days later (unrelated to the cooking I am assured by experts!). It was the worst virus I have had in five years and something that turned into scarlet fever for my daughter. Yes Paracetemol and Iburpohen either comes in plastic blister packs or glass bottles with plastic lids. Yes, I could have messed around with sachets and a spoon. But, have I mentioned our 39 degree temperatures? When eventually eating again and agreed on pizza. I decided not to cook them from scratch… and unwrapped them from plastic. Feel free to berate me in the comments.
Whilst in the shop, I noticed that the frozen berries, which we have floating in water instead of juice in our home also only come in plastic. So this week I have redeemed ourselves slightly by starting a nature club with friends, so in the summer we will have plenty of berries to freeze and see us through the winter. Who needs squash! Our variety is sugar and sweetener free!
Have we given up? I will answer with a question: are you no longer a peaceful parent because you lost your shanazzle at your kid? Of course not! Tomorrow is fresh and clean and potentially plastic free. Let’s save the planet one household at a time. Healthy planet. Healthy you.