How I became me.
by, 10-07-2012 at 01:11 AM (868 Views)
Something about eating from dumpsters changes you. Kinda makes you different. It'll make your spine stiffin when someone say's " I'm not eating that". Your eye's will always follow the item being thrown away by others. Something in side of you will flare up when you see friends throw out the left overs. You will alway's scan dumpsters when you find yourself near them. The guilt you feel when you let perfectly good meat rot in the fridge is, I imagine ,something akin to adultry. But let me tell you something. I watched my gramaw perform magic in our kitchen many times. I saw her take that soggy, spotted poor excuse for food and begin to wash and hack off the worst parts. Soon, she'd be simmering some of this and baking some of that. And with this, the putrid smells of the dumpster just hours earlier were forgotten. It was almost impossible to believe that the very items cooking and sending out warm scent invitations to my growling tummy, was the very same thing's making it quesey a few hours before while digging around in the bottom of a dumpster. The two smells, at the complete opposite ends of the spectrum. I can remember it so well. And, on good day's so can Gramaw. Yes, I'm thrifty. And I wouldn't change how I became me even if I could.
Have any of you ever dumpster dived?
If so, what for?
If not, do you think you could eat food from a dumpster?