We’ve recently made one exclusion to our seasonal/local food regimen on the back of a really interesting tv programme we saw. it was about ‘freeganism’ which is only eating food which can be retrieved, for free, from commercial bins.
Supermarkets and other food shops now respond to finicky customer demands regarding the condition of food in such a dramatic way that each day huge amounts of food gets bagged up and disposed of into dedicated food bins outside. freegans go around and retrieve this food and take it home. we were intrigued by this and thought it might be good to have a look-see at what we could find en exeter.
We didn’t do much about it at first, but then this week, after a random check, zan found a huge cache of peppers, chilli peppers and (yes drew!) bananas in bags in the bins behind the iceland near our house. the peppers had just started to change colour and the bananas were a bit bruised on the outside, but were fine on the inside. apparently (drew), according to the guy on the programme, bananas can always be found this way.
Now although the food itself doesn’t come into any of the categories we usually look for (local, organic, fair trade), i think the fact that it is going to be wasted and can be got at for free without giving any indication that you support it being produced and sold etc. puts a different spin on things.
Even though it might not appeal to everyone, we’ve taken to the idea quite a lot. i personally think it’s a nicely subversive activity all round and the idea makes me feel a bit like an urban hunter-gatherer, which is cool. although we obviously don’t want the food we get that way to be our main source, and therefore are not really trying ‘freeganism’ per se, this week it has provided some of those naughty things we wouldn’t normally buy.
anyhoo…thoughts, comments, reflections, extraditions?
Posted by AndyR
The other week we pooled some apples and other ingredients to make some communal chutney. It was great fun, and a good excuse to hang out and chat while the globulous material blubbed away on the stove (and slightly burnt the pan – sorry Jo).










