adjustments

I went to Little Africa today. My roommate paid, as a belated birthday present. Though ideologically I do not approve of eating out or buying food I will accept gifts. I also admit that unfortunately I often the lack of willpower to live my beliefs.

When I was living in New York, my primary source of food was the dumpsters of any grocery store or bagel shop or bodega I felt like diving because everyday trash is trash day.  My finds ranged from full bottles of soymilk, to silk tofu, to black bags overflowing with hours old cut up fruit salad from Whole Foods, to the expected rotting meat and broken glass.

Skiplicking in Grand Rapids has been less than terrific, as most grocery stores are large corporations that compact their trash and the bakeries lock their dumpsters. I also had the unfortunate discovery that dumpstering is illegal around here, trash is the property of the city and I am a robber. In NYC the trash collectors will circle to the next block if they see us eating, and the cops just wiz by.