Since we've been together, Jon and I have been at least somewhat conscious of our overall impact on the planet. We try to do our part when it comes to recycling—in fact, Tonawanda just upgraded our little recycling bins to big, brand-spanking-new totes last week, and we are pretty excited to cram ours full each Wednesday night! We also carpool to work and, while it can get annoying blaming each other for why one of us is late (it's a mutual tardiness, honestly), I actually really enjoy it. Besides, when else would I put on my makeup? But even doing these and other little things to try to take care of Mother Earth as best we can, I am always disheartened when I have to use plastic wrap.
You might be thinking, "Wow, what a silly thing to be bothered by, Ellie!" But I argue that not only is plastic wrap wasteful, it's also infuriating. We've all done the little dance where the cling film decides to be particularly clingy, so you try to pull it apart, float it through the air, and gently place it where you need it to go . . . all to no avail. It's dumb. Like, I get that it's job is to cling, but jeepers. And don't get me started on when the edge rips and you don't notice until it's all wrapped around itself—now imagine a commercial-sized version of that, and that's what I walked into basically every weekend when I was a prep cook. SO MUCH WASTED CLING FILM.