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Just cut the sprouted tips off with a piece of potato behind it, and plant those tiny pieces. Each one will grow into a plant! Bizarre, no? But you only eat the remaining, gouged up spud. Not eyes or growths. You store them in cool dark place to age for a week. They smooth out. Cat owners might….. Restaurants throw huge amounts of food into the trashcan. Just for an experiment, go behind a cafe at ll p. You'll find complete meals, dozens, nibbled on and discarded, well wrapped.

But we soak it in clean water, it revives, just as it does in a sunny garden. Restaurants can be great supply links for petfood or feeding starving alley cats, if you rinse the salt off. Myself, I'd prefer to ask the cafe to fill a special bag for me each night, if I had an alley cat route. Realize that all that highly salted food will slowly destroy the kidneys of male cats!

But who cares? They live high for a while, check out and reincarnate, pick up another body. Maybe each gourmet year is worth ten ordinary Frisky cat years and pigging out is worth it. However, attempt to wash salty sauces off! I really started in , just before I qualified for Social Security, that last year or so, Earlier, when I was a young single mother with four children to feed, I used to drop by the trash bin of elegant Fred's Bakery in Beverlywood and reheat "day's end" not day-old corn rye in my oven.

Bread never tasted better. So for years afterwards, I went to Jewish bakeries at night, while the Mexicans were baking and asked them for day old loaves. Every visit produced one to ten loaves of the most costly fresh bread in the world, a day old of course and tons of pastries, too. Once a guy in a Mercedes gave me the high sign for this so I went over to him and said 'let's give this homeless woman a dollar, too, and he did!

I laid it on her sleeping body! DD's and BFers are feeling people. They want to feed their kids abundantly and their friends and make their table a communal one. They want to feed poor mothers in the neighborhood. Many of us are very well educated from fairly upscale families and tend to be elitists on the pride level. Dumpster diving can be a little rough on self image.

A BFer concerned about waste might visit the back alley kitchen door of a small cafe and ask the cook when the kitchen closes, and if he could come back with plastic jugs, and distribute that huge vat of rice or mashed potatoes, or any side dish made in large quantities, which will go into the trash, saying he's leftovers to the poor and homeless.

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He will not ask for the food for himself because he'd get bummed out. But he'll eat probably eat part of it himself, later.

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My friend Jeffrey goes nightly to the Hare Krishna restaurant, Govinda's, and is given gallon milk jugs or huge plastic bags full of curried dal, rice and yogurt raita which he distributes to his friends or fridges to offer to pals the next day. A BFer will go to the bakery, determine when the baker throws away the day old unsold bread and promise to pick it up nightly, to distribute to the homeless. Got out, with motor running, put loaves all around her. Guy in Mercedes at that same light saw me. I ran over, got it, stuck it in her pocket. Great moment. Merchants are food-artisans, and always glad to NOT have to throw precious delights in the trash and welcome the appearance of a 'distributor.

I was given forty to fifty pounds of food a day. They knew that the four kids and I couldn't consume that quantity and that I was distributing to the poor so my cheeks were never red. And I did distribute to poor families, doing so until that store closed. Some days there would be a dozen huge yogurts, five dozen half gallons of milk, massive bags of rice and lentils with rat bite holes. There'd be pounds of wilted greens that would get their stems cut, so that stuck in water, they'd puff right back up.

Carrots get a deep bath overnight and they are crunchy as new. Always ask the store manager for throwaway stuff for your poor people's route. If the manager says no, come back another day when he's not on duty. How do you find out? Go into the back room, carry an empty box, and say to the youngest employee, 'I'm sent by Father McGuire from the orphanage for the dented cottage cheese?

Cottage Cheese is the single item most often destroyed by the market staff, which is always sitting useless and dented in the refrigerator room, scheduled for discarding. You'll be out of the market and over the hills with a lot of other things besides dented cottage cheese and the other stuff the employee and the produce guy pressed on you and long gone before anyone realizes the boss doesn't give cheese to any Catholic orphanage. Another trick of the collecting tradethat weekly Farmer's Market which the yuppies attend has a lot of unsold produce at afternoon teardown.

Where do you think it goes? Back to the truck farms? No way. If you help the farmer load his truck, he'll comp you vegies.

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To him, it's nothing. He has eggplants coming out of his ears. If you tell him you know of some poor families or a halfway house or orphanage and roll up a truck, he'll give you enough to set up your own stand the next day but don't be tempted. Cops harass street vendors. Instead, visit poor pals' homes where you'll win brownie stripes contributing farm-grown vegies. Need fresh food the other 6 days of the week? No problem, the Farmers market moves to a different burrough of the city each day.

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All small, non-chain grocery stores have rats. If you ask the employees, you can get dog and cat kibble, flour, ricetrue, sometimes there are tiny teeth marks on the bag, or actual rat droppings inside, but they're easy enough to pick out. Anyway, it won't hurt the dog if you couldn't.


Sometimes, you have a dollar, a quarter, a dime and a nickle. Purslane also is too. Collards, mustard greens, kale and Swiss chard are. They cost. The butcher always gives me a piece of pig fat for free. When you've got cash, get smoked ham hocks. Simmer for a half hour in pieces to get salt, nitrates OUT of them.

Cool, Cut them up, store in freezer, take a few chunks to boil with the greens.

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Add a little sugar and chile pepper and you'll sing Baptist hymns. Chards, collards, mustard are the super most easy things to grow, so do it year round, collect your own seeds. I share seeds, year round. Do mail outs with cancelled stamps fixed with liqui-erase but never put your own addie on the envelope. Just recipients'. They'll know who sent it! The big smiley with a star next to it! But occasionally, ramen will help you to down a large amount of broccoli! Buy the. Your vegies are chopped, a few spinach leaves, cabbage outer leaves and a carrot, dried mushroom if you have one. Chop your vegies, simmer til almost done, add ramen.

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Or I boil ramen separately and toss THAT water and pour the water from vegies over ramen, let sit a minute. Then pour noodles back into the vegies; Add chile sesame oil, seaweed, onion, slice of raw ginger, seaweed, an egg. Let the white of egg congeal. I keep dried mushrooms in the freezer, crunch one up into it. Dashi-moto broth, bonito flakes from Japan, really add to this brew. Top Ramen is really so delicious, often I can't wait for poverty to eat it, so I eat them with bucks in my pocket, rationalizing that I wouldn't eat those vegies were it not for the soup and noodles.

The super tasty dried shrimp make THAT my favorite flavor.

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I used to give ramen to the homeless until I learned they ate it raw like chips! I understand the additives give gout so not too often though. Easter and Xmas they lower tab to 87c an lb.