So the dogs are walking the human this morning when we come upon the gay guys who live up the street. They’re dragging a garden cart behind them, filled with full recyclable shopping bags.
I say, “Did they make you walk home from the airport with your baggage?”
They laugh and say they just came from one of those migrating food sales — the sellers are camped out in the church parking lot at the corner of Feeder Street East-West and Conduit of Blight Boulevard.
What happens is that grocery stores will take produce that’s reached the end of its (brief!) shelf life and, instead of throwing it away, donate it to organizations who distribute it to neighborhoods at an outrageous discount. They dispatch a semi truck filled with produce to a distribution center — usually a church or nonprofit — and set up shop for all comers.
The men got 60 pounds of produce for $10. Apiece.
The moveable feast was to be there from 7 to 9 a.m., said they.
As soon as the dogs had perambulated their daily mile, I flang them in the house, jumped in the car, and shot out the door.
WHAT a mountain of food I came back with! Videlicet:
• 8 yellow squash
• 8 zucchini squash
• 4 eggplants
• 16 (!!) big, ripe beefsteak tomatoes
• 8 beautiful little orange acorn squash
• 2 honeydew melon
• 2 mini watermelons
And it’s gorgeous produce. Can you believe this?
The bag of lemons and the artichoke came from the Sprouts, where I went to pick up some onions and things so as to process this bounty. But the rest of it: hand0uts.
A gigantic pan of eggplant lasagne awaits in the fridge: my son is coming over this evening to help eat some of this stuff.
Made a marinara sauce for the lasagne with some of the giant tomatoes and some of the frozen hamburger found at the bottom of the recently shoveled-out freezer. That’s going to be very nice.
Also cooked one of the little acorn squash and stuffed it with some of the hamburg: breakfast. I’m thinking the rest of them (eight of the things!) can be fixed the same way and then packed in baggies and frozen. The summer squash and the beautiful eggplants can be made into a mountain of ratatouille. The rest of the tomatoes: soup! Hey: gazpacho!
Between this bounty and the several bags of meat I found hidden in the freezer, I shouldn’t have to go to the grocery store for a month! Except to buy some salad greens.
What serendipity! Couldn’t have come at a better time, eh?