The Last Day

David's visit today reminded me of the Seeds of Resistance in Ozeki's All Over Creation. He was a comforting reminder that that sort of humble activism actually exists. What I found most interesting about Food Not Bombs was the fact that it pretty much lacked any central organization. It was certainly started by people, but those people don't necessarily run the organization. It's run independently by all those involved.

At times, it was difficult to listen and not feel guilty. I worked in the grocery department at a grocery store this past summer, and I remember hundreds of items still perfectly edible that we just threw away in the dumpster behind the store. People wouldn't buy these items, my boss claimed, because the expiration date was past, that day, or even in the next few days. This was especially true at this type of store (labeled "gourmet") because of the wealthy patrons who believed they deserved the freshest foods. It wasn't economical for the store to keep these items. At the same time, these foods could have been delivered to homeless shelters in the local area to feed the hungry.

I enjoyed our cooking activity thoroughly today. I enjoy cooking more and more each time I do it. The farro soup was delicious and healthy. In addition, by the end of the class, almost all of the soup had been eaten. There was little or no waste, and all of the waste could be transformed into rich compost. I was also quite full after two bowls of the soup and had no need for the lunch provided in Lander. Maybe the solution to our problems with eating at the dorms lies in soup. Each floor of Lander could make a big pot of soup every night to feed everyone. Nutritious, self-sufficient, aiding in the health of our relationships and community, and, above all, tasty.