As I read through "The Everlasting Meal Cookbook" by Tamar Adler, I felt little twinges of regret.
Regret for pitching that cooking liquid from braising artichokes instead of using it to boil potatoes. For rinsing out a chili-garlic sauce jar without first cracking an egg or two in it to shake up a spicy scramble. For all the asparagus stems I've tossed when I could have made a pureed soup.
It's not just the wasted food, although that's a big issue. It's the throwing away and pouring down the drain of all that flavor.
