Friday, October 21, 2011
Can you teach an old trick new dogs?
(Photo by MaryRose Gurica)
The cupboard is getting overdrawn at the local food bank.
Not a single can of corned beef, even Klik. There is a tin of canned ham, but it says Maple Leaf, and that makes you skittish to use after the last set of problems with that company. And I just read that Maple Leaf is out of business. Some Seniors have been known to drop dead over the cold cuts.
No Carnation milk for your coffee, not even powdered milk. All you can have is one per cent milk, which realistically is water with white added to it.
Someone beside me said, "You still going to the food bank? Don't go to the food bank. Nothing here. Don't got to the food bank. Dumpster dive!"
So I dragged my seventy-three-year old body to the dumpster behind the local M&M meat shop. Egad. Paydirt.
Toasted western sandwich, not yet stale dated, but thrown away.
Roast beef sandwich with cheese.
Chicken salad sandwich.
(All the items were plastic wrapped for sanitation; you'd have to be a tough germ to get in).
...And the date of expiry is on this actual day. Today! All the sandwiches were technically fresh yet. Hot dog!
Never mind the food bank.
These days, I'm sticking close to the dumpsterc