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a daily account of what we're throwing away, and one person's attempt to lessen the waste.

i'm an environmental columnist, the 'conscientious objector' for The L Magazine, a magazine based in brooklyn, ny.

i've been retrieving food [and more] from the garbage since i was a kid: i grew up scouring the trash piles of the manhattan neighborhood i grew up in, and in high school and college embraced dumpster diving, and became aware of Food Not Bombs and other food-reclamation projects.

i've dipped in and out of freeganism for years:
with very close to HALF of the food produced in the united states going to the trash uneaten, it seems criminal to not recuperate some of the waste.

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18 May 10

how to become invisible in one easy step

Digging through the garbage, I often find myself entranced, hypnotized even, by the things I find.  Bags opened yielding hundreds of dollars worth of food, fancy cookies and chocolates, cheeses, organic cereals. Like Howard Carter discovering the tomb of Tutankhamun, only I get to do it again and again, day after day. And then my attention breaks, and I look up, wondering if anyone else is as impressed by my finds as I am.

And no one ever is. No one even glances over. The fastest, surest way to get people to pretend you’re invisible is to peer into a garbage can, or open a garbage bag. Start pulling things out, especially food, and you ARE invisible. Nobody wants to see people digging in the trash, no matter who they are, or what they’re finding.

A couple of times I’ve paused over a garbage can, examining the contents, and someone headed in my direction has crossed to the other side of the street. I think most people want to stay as far away from ‘poverty’ as they can — whether to save themselves sad thoughts, or as a kind of defense against harm, a subconscious equation of dirt, disease,  homelessness, and contagion.

My father, who travels a lot, has long had a set of rules for how to present oneself in transit. They probably date from his days as a diplomat, a time when men wore hats, and people dressed for dinner, but they’ve served me well in the age of pyjama casual. 

Never wear jeans, shorts, sweat shirts/pants, or sneakers when traveling or abroad. Dress up for a plane ride (or a train ride…): you’ll get more respect, and your chances are better of getting an upgrade, if there’s one available- airlines will never put a person in sweats in business class.

I started applying similar rules to my wardrobe when trash picking. I don’t dress up, exactly, but I thought I might make the practice seem a little more mainstream if I wore decent clothes. If more people could bring themselves to dig through the trash, we’d have a whole lot less trash, and a lot of food could be diverted to those who need it. And somehow, looking pulled together seemed like a way to improve the image of the practice.

I’m not sure it’s working, because so few people are looking. Sure, I occasionally meet a shocked glance: I don’t look like the kind of person who’s supposed to be digging through a bag of discarded bagels at 11 at night. But what IS that person supposed to look like? Poor? Dirty? Desperate?

30 April 10

the holy grail [of trashpicking]

if you do not drink beer that is fine, and i wish you well with your tea, or wine, or wheat grass.

if, however, like me you DO drink beer, you have doubtless thought to yourself at one point or another ‘wouldn’t it be fantastic to find some beer in the trash?’

furthermore, if you now, or ever, make pulling things out of the trash a subject of conversation, you will doubtless eventually run across a person who will say to you ‘but i bet you can’t find BEER in the trash. nobody throws away BEER, do they?’ 

to that person, to all those people, i say ha! on this day i found beer in the trash, and it was [relatively] GOOD beer [2 grolsch, one sierra nevada].

may wonders never cease.

Posted: 3:52 AM

Day 4

21 pounds

3 red peppers

8 yellow squash

1/2 pound of cooked shrimp (these make fantastic dog treats)

one package curry tofu

one package bbq tofu

one pack macro/vegan noodles

5 plums, 3 yellow,  2 purple

3 boxes of organic grapes

3 huge chunks of deli turkey

1 steak

4 packs of burgers

4 packs of ground turkey

3 packs turkey burgers

2 packs ground pork

one red onion

(and in a seperate find)

two dresses, perfect for summer

one travel bag

one pair of short boots (they fit!)

european coins totaling over 7 euros

feels like a bit of christmas finding loads of food and then a bag of durable goods. the money was a first, at least in that quantity. and i’m headed overseas in a few months, so it’ll come in handy…

all the meat came as a real surprise- i’m clearing space in the freezer, and unless i find a human who wants it (it’s slightly discolored, but NOT bad at all- the dates on the packages are ages away) it will be perfect for making some homemade dog food. 

Posted: 3:27 AM

good and bad.

One bunch of basil. it’s funny, because I was really craving basil all day, and there was one bunch, somewhat the worse for wear, in one of tonight’s bags. Because so much of what I can find is perfect, or damn close, I don’t usually mess with anything that’s too battered.

But I really wanted some basil. and I also found six perfectly ripe ‘certified pesticide free’ tomatoes. two great tastes that taste great together, no?

so it was worth it to me to take a couple of minutes to salvage the perfectly good and compost the rest. scissors are my friend.

pesto? 

23 April 10

The Good Samaritan Food Act

The Good Samaritan food act  protects food donators/recuperators from liability when they give food to charitable organizations. a surprising percentage of stores won’t give food because they don’t want to be liable if anyone gets sick. spread the word!

19 April 10

Day 3

28 pounds

5 boxes orange and milk chocolate cookies (from germany!)

3 eggplants

1 green pepper

10 sesame bagels

15 balls of mozzarella

2 small blocks of cheddar cheese

3 packs of havarti 

5 blocks of baby swiss

1 block vegan mozzarella

1 5-pound food service brick of cheddar

1 jar rosa mexicana salsa

most of a quart of buttermilk

1 carton chicken broth

1 half-gallon of chocolate soy milk

8 organic eggs

3 bunches of roses

 

One member of my household cannot survive without regular infusions of cheddar cheese: i’d planned on continuing to buy it (and organic eggs), as i didn’t imagine finding much, or any of either in the trash. yet another food waste notion destroyed.

most of the mozzarella is headed for the soup kitchen, with some of the baby swiss and havarti.

carrying the cheese and produce home, i rounded the corner of my block and immediately saw a suspiciously pristine shopping bag next to the garbage cans of a new ‘fancy’ building. like moth to flame i was drawn over, and peering in saw an assortment of groceries: the salsa, buttermilk, soy milk, eggs, and chicken broth. everything was still cool from the fridge, so i grabbed the bag.

this is only the second time i’ve taken food from a ‘private’ garbage receptacle: the first time i found the leavings of someone’s pantry- tapioca, organic cake mixes, heat-and-eat indian food packets from trader joe’s, a jar of organic capers, organic bulgar- none of it perishable, all of it sealed. (oh, and i did find a bunch of organic apples in a gift bag too…)

perfectly good/edible food is perfectly good food, whether it’s being thrown out by a factory, store, or person.

14 April 10

[the] Genesis [of this project]

i spend way too much time looking into other people’s trash cans—with several dogs to walk several times a day i pound the pavement more than the average new yorker, but slowly, on account of the dogs, who take their time. i see a lot of garbage.

this of course leads to genteel dinner-party conversation along the lines of ‘you’d never believe what i found in the trash today’…and amazingly, rather than this leading to my rejection by the more refined levels of society, i’ve found listeners interested, even fascinated.

so i thought i’d try to find something every day, for my own edification, and the edification of my betters. i would keep a list of the things i found, the better to remember, and to try and get an honest idea of what people were throwing out. sure, i find stuff sometimes, but would it be there if i went looking? if i told myself that i had to find something every day? if i wrote it down?

well.

Day 1: 2 large bags of clothes, one in an ikea reusable bag. I took most to the salvation army, and cut a few battered t-shirts up for the animal shelter

Day 2: [while walking my dogs] beautiful small wood chest. currently in my living room 

Day 3: [walking to the Laundromat] 1 gallon of paint, unopened. labeled from the local hardware store, I was able to go in and check the color, ‘barrister white,’ against a color chip: it’s quite nice, and I am going to use it to repaint my bedroom. otherwise it would be headed for Build It Green, my local materials reuse center, and my favorite place in Queens.

Day 4: a black and decker coffee maker, with a stainless thermos pot. looks almost new. going to ask around and see who needs it- food pantry? animal shelter? (for the employees, not the animals…)

Day 5: a bucket filled with cleaning supplies: biodegradeable orange wipes, natural bedbug spray, insect spray, insecticide, crack filler, a new cloth kitchen towel, a new pot holder, glade air freshener, 2 new mop refills, utility knife, lightbulb (good, in package), a duster

some of these things I can use, others I’ll pass on to the food pantry, or neighbors.

Day 6: 6 organic apples, in a gift bag

Day 7: brand-new long-sleeved t-shirt, with tags

Day 8: pile of clothes on the street, 3 t-shirts, 2 pillow cases, bathrobe, men’s pyjama pants, 2 collared men’s shirts, brand new wrist wallet (for running?)

Day 9: jack spade messenger bag atop a garbage can: owner had spilled a yogurt in it, and chucked it. this is a $195 bag, and I’ve always admired them from a distance. threw it in the laundry and it came out clean and ready to go. so many pockets! 

Day 10: 2 solid wood chairs: took to Build It Green. 

Day 11: Poppery II hot air corn popper. This was placed neatly beside a trash can around the corner from my house, a sure sign that someone’s offering something for reuse. It was a tiny bit greasy/dusty, as though it had been in a cupboard for a long time, but was very easy to clean with a little warm water and soap. The butter melter that fits into the top was missing, but a small stainless bowl sits just fine where the butter melter should be, and the heat from the machine melts the butter in the bowl just the same. if I remember correctly the original piece was aluminum, which I don’t like to use for food anyway, and the stainless is easier to handle. and it can be washed in the dishwasher (yes, I have a dishwasher— it was salvaged from someone else’s house by…you guessed it Build It Green). 

Day 12: A large bag of mostly men’s clothing- striped sweatshirt, men’s dress shirt, 4 umbrellas, 2 pairs of glove, one with suede and thinsulate, brand-new flip flops still in their bag, another pair also new, but without a bag, 3 pairs of leather shoes, in very good condition, 4 pairs of boxer shorts, brand new womens plastic slippers, sealed in a bag, a cashmere houndstooth scarf, a knit wool scarf, men’s knot pyjama pants, one large t-shirt, one rag.

Everything in the bag I passed on to a thrift store, except for the cashmere scarf, one umbrella, and one pair of gloves, which we pressed into immediate service. Oh, and the t-shirt and rag went to the animal shelter. Thrift stores are drowning in t-shirts- they’re better off at the shelter, where they make perfect cat/small-dog beds.

Day 13: 4 Ikea plywood magazine/papers boxes, which match the ones I already have. perfect, as I’ve just started a massive home tidy. one signed pottery vase— keeping it for now…

Day 14: A super-long shoe horn, a putty knife, and a small humidifier.

Day 15: A gallon of Benjamin Moore trim paint, a copy of Willa Cather’s My Antonia, with an intriguing critique/summary written on the end papers.

Day 16: A huge bag of women’s clothing- 13 pairs of pants, 5 sweaters, 19 shirts, 2 dresses, and 2 sheets. All went to the thrift store except for the 2 dresses, both of which I’m keeping.

Day 17: one t-shirt, soon to be a cat bed at the shelter.

really not that difficult to find an item a day— and wickedly satisfying to write it all down.

Posted: 1:21 AM

tea party

there are things people always joke about when you tell them you eat out of the garbage. once the initial look of horror has passed, and you deal with the inevitable ‘Out of the GARBAGE? Like, other people’s garbage?’ you’re usually asked what, exactly you do eat. well, produce, vegetables, fruit, packaged foods…but what about coffee (haha)? tea? BEER? surely you have to buy those?

i have yet to find coffee, but i did [finally] find tea bags, in still-sealed boxes. removed from the shelves for no discernable reason. herbal, rooibos (my favorite) and several boxes of decaf English Breakfast (seven boxes total—one is missing from the picture above. where did it go?) were in a bag in a dumpster outside a grocery store. maybe they were varieties that hadn’t sold, or the shop was paring down its tea collection? but why on earth wouldn’t they have put the tea out with the assortment of bags in its deli area, for people who come in to buy a cuppa? and barring that [not wanting to foist ‘older’ product off on its customers, say] why wouldn’t someone working for the store want to take the $30+ worth of tea home? or to a homeless shelter, or soup kitchen?

i’m starting to really wonder about people.

a couple of nights later, i walked by a neighbor’s garbage bags, out on the curb. through the white plastic i could see several tea-bag packets: the paper wrappers that over-packaged teabags come in, usually packed inside a box. there were too many for them to have come from tea drinking, and they looked whole…bending down I saw they were intact, and poked a hole in the bag: she had dumped, wholesale, 52 wrapped tea bags, of all varieties. tea-wise, I’m set for the next few months. with some to spare for tea-drinking friends.

Posted: 12:52 AM
It is estimated that food wasted by the US and Europe could feed the world three times over. Food waste contributes to excess consumption of freshwater and fossil fuels which, along with methane and CO2 emissions from decomposing food, impacts global climate change. Every tonne of food waste prevented has the potential to save 4.2 tonnes of CO2 equivalent. If we all stop wasting food that could have been eaten, the CO2 impact would be the equivalent of taking one in four cars off the road.
— from this great article: nextgenerationfood.com
13 April 10

Day 2

Holy moley.  

6 2-pound bags of cornmeal, $1.99 each, out of date 

4 jars korma sauce, $4.99 each, out of date 

1 package (3 envelopes) Dr. Oetker pudding mix, $1.99

1 Ghiradelli white chocolate bar, $3.99, no date

5 15 oz. jars of hellmann’s mayonnaise 3.99, 3 days past ‘best by’ date

21 acai juice drinks $2.99 each

10 boxes of kashi health cookies $4.99 per box

1 box of cheddar crackers $4.49

7 boxes of ian’s wheat crackers, individual packets inside $4.99 per box

5 boxes of ian’s mini cookies, individual packets, $4.49 each

1 box of puffins cereal, $3.99, reduced from 5.49

4 red peppers from mexico

2 bunches of broccoli, $2.99 each

1 organic broccoli slaw, $3.99

1 large eggplant

3 organic tomatoes from Israel

most people, when i tell them that i get a lot of my food from the trash, don’t believe me. and the thing that they are most likely to not believe me about is the quantity, and quality, of the food. ‘how can you find enough to eat? that’s edible?’ they’ll ask, or ‘you care so much about food- don’t you want to eat organic, not a bunch of crap?’ tonight blows both of those concerns out of the water. even i’m taken aback at this bounty.

crackers, cookies, juices, and mayo are perfect for the food pantry (headed for their bagged lunch project?) cornmeal and korma goes to friends, i’m keeping part, and going to try and find a great cornbread recipe. 

the chocolate bar is a bit of a mystery. it was pristine, expensive, and completely not out of date. spiteful employee? demented customer? an unseen fall from a shelf?

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh