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Knee Deep In Waste

Three bags of garbage today and it’s the third time this week I’ve taken at least two, 35 litre bags of rubbish to the communal bins – and the week’s not over yet. I didn’t analyse what was in the bags but my guess is that about 50% was packaging and most of the rest was food. I’m feeling ashamed to admit it but this was food I’d either bought and not used in time or I’d cooked and not eaten.

Partly a post-Christmas phenomena but mainly it’s because I’ve built far too much waste into how I live my life and I want to change it.

I don’t think I’m unusual. Most of us are unaware just how much food we throw out. I read that, according to the UN’s Food and Agriculture Organisation, around 50% of all food production is wasted. It’s hard to find comprehensive data on this but the financial cost alone amounts to, not millions, but billions of dollars every year.

The Food We Buy

Mona just came back from the local bread store. It’s a holiday tomorrow and the store will be closed. She said the store was crazy – full of people buying 10 loaves of bread as though they wouldn’t be able to buy anymore for weeks.

I know myself that whenever I go to the supermarket I’m always tempted to buy things I hadn’t intended. Supermarkets are in the business of selling as much as possible as fast as possible. It’s not good business to throw out food and it’s not good business to take up large areas of costly storage space. They make more money the faster they can move product so they want to entice me to buy a trolley full.

Money is reasonably tight in our household, but still I rarely know how much I’m spending on food until I reach the check-out.

Displays, positioning of product, pricing, special offers, selection and store design are all aimed at one thing – to make it easy and attractive for me to buy as much as possible.

They’re doing their job very well.

What are some of the things I buy I don’t need?

  • Snacks – I enjoy eating chocolate and cookies but I couldn’t say I need them
  • Vegetables and fruit – I often throw out things that looked great in the store but start decaying once I get them home
  • Baked products – things that go stale before I have a chance to consume them
  • Dairy – we eat a lot of dairy and don’t throw so much away but even so the odd carton still goes in the bin
  • Jars and bottles – jams go mouldy, sauces go off before they’re finished
  • One off items – ingredients for a particular dish and, even buying the smallest quantity possible, the rest goes to waste
  • Meat – no longer an issue as I don’t eat it anymore – but when I did I often threw it out when it went it’s use by date was up.

None of these things are unavoidable!

From a simple economics point of view, the less I buy, the less will be produced – or it may be diverted to other places where it’s more needed. Waste is waste – not just the food itself but everything that’s gone into getting it into my kitchen. The less I buy, the more resources available for other things.

Cutting back may be a small drop in the ocean – but every ocean is made up of small drops.

The Food I Prepare

I was brought up as a child, as were many in the developed world, to eat everything on my plate. I’ve lost count of the number of times I heard,

Think of the starving children in Africa!

as I pushed aside an uneaten mouthful.

With more than 1 billion people estimated to be short of food that’s a lot of starving people to be thinking about.

I’ve heard people say,

Better to throw it away in the garbage than throw it away in your stomach.

Well, this is probably true. It’s even more true that it’s better not to throw it away at all!

I had a friend once who always left some food at the side of the plate. I asked her why and she told me that it was a habit – it was her way of making sure that she didn’t overeat. If she left some food then it was some kind of check that she hadn’t eaten as much as she could have done.

There must be better habits we can develop!

Why do I throw away food after I’ve made it:

  • Misjudging how much to cook – I often cook more rice or pasta than I need, for example
  • Misjudging how much I want to eat – often I’m not as hungry as I thought I was when I started cooking
  • Overeating – yes! I eat more than I need to
  • Variety – especially when entertaining guests I tend to overcomplicate and make different dishes
  • Bad cooking – sometimes I over-cook something or just mess it up.

All of these are avoidable.

Of course, this food is also stuff I’ve over bought – so there’s a kind of double waste.

How To Waste Less?

Here are 10 ideas that have worked for me or that I’m going to try:

  1. Never shop when hungry
  2. Have a shopping budget (take exactly the amount of cash I need and leave the plastic at home)
  3. Prepare a list of what to buy and stick to it
  4. Only buy things with a clear idea of which meal they’ll go into
  5. Don’t allow myself to be tempted by special offers – especially those products I know I tend to throw out
  6. Buy fewer things with a short shelf life – more often if needed
  7. When cooking, weigh things rather than guess
  8. Freeze leftovers
  9. Recycle waste food for compost
  10. Get more creative with cooking and use of leftovers (great ideas on this site).

This starts to deal with 50% of my waste. Now what about the packaging …. watch this space!

I’d love to hear your ideas in the comments about how to cut out food waste!

Garbage dump of natural beauty

Whenever I’m faced with the actions of others I don’t like, I always strive to understand what lies behind that behaviour. I don’t always find it easy and sometimes I struggle to touch that understanding. I had such a case this last weekend on a short trip to the mountains in a remote part of Romania. Before I go any further, I want to be clear I don’t consider this unique to Romania and I suspect there are many places in the world where I would be confronted with something similar.

A river of trash

I took this picture on our return journey where the road followed a fast flowing river at the bottom of a deep winding gorge. The river starts in a National Park of quite outstanding beauty. Except for the litter!  We’d travelled up in the dark and I’d already noticed the huge number of  discarded soda bottles and cans by the roadside up into the mining area on the edge of the park.  The region has suffered from decades of neglect and under-funding with many people living in housing D. H. Lawrence would have been quite familiar with.

It was the drive back that horrified me. Everywhere I looked there were plastic wrappers, bottles, cans, old clothes and packaging of every possible description. It was discarded by the side of the road and adorned the trees and bushes lining the river. Where the river slowed down, seas of bottles had accumulated and in some places I couldn’t see the branches for plastic wrapping and old clothes. Kilometre after kilometre of trash.

I was mesmerised and just couldn’t take my eyes away and at some places felt sick in my stomach. The three people I was travelling with, all Romanian, were equally appalled. Maybe more so, because this is their country.

I don’t know for sure, but I guess the roadside litter was thrown from the windows of passing cars and the rest of the garbage thrown directly into the river. I have no idea who put it there, the local inhabitants, visitors, or both. What I’m sure about is this amount of waste was not from a small number of people, but thousands and thousands.

The world is my home

That rubbish will stay there until it’s picked up by someone or decomposes. A plastic bottle takes up to 1,000 years to decompose and one made of glass up to 4,000 years. If I throw away my empty bottle by the side of a path, each person following that path will be faced with my garbage possibly until the year 6009.

I share this world with each and every one of you. If I don’t care about the world I live in, indirectly I demonstrate my lack of care for you. The only conclusion I can form is the thousands of people who left their rubbish in this place simply didn’t care about their home – or about me or you.

And that’s a hard conclusion to swallow.

My optimistic side tells me this disregard stems from ignorance and rarely from wilful vandalism or a vindictive attempt to damage the countryside and the plants and creatures living there.

Winding down the window and dumping this stuff, I’m guessing they didn’t ask themselves:

  • how long will this bottle stay there?
  • where will this bottle go?
  • who will clean it up?
  • how many other people will see this litter?

I really hope this is the result of plain ignorance and just not thinking about the impact of their actions.

What to do about it?

The streets in Warsaw where I live are immaculate as they’re cleaned of litter daily. But I don’t need to go far, into the courtyards, the hidden and less obvious places, to find litter.

Is it just in Eastern Europe, or is it everywhere?

I know I take for granted the streets will be kept clean but it’s really not the city government’s responsibility. It’s mine – and yours. It’s up to me to care for the world I live in, to make sure, as far as I can, that I’m not polluting  it and to educate my children to treat the whole world as their home.

I can make a difference myself by picking up other people’s litter and putting it in the trash. I shouldn’t have to, but the other option is to complain about it and not do anything. I’m not going to use all my free time scouring the countryside collecting litter, but I can walk over to the discarded paper bag in my courtyard rather than wait for someone else to pick it up, or moan about the people who left it there.

My mother is a great example of someone who does this. Whenever she sees litter she picks it up and puts it in the bin, calmly and without complaining.

If the majority were to do the same then the litter would eventually stop. It may take many generations, but we have until 6009 to do something about it.

If we all start to treat the world we live in as an extension of our home, those of us who value tidiness will keep it tidy. And I believe those who litter and pollute the world will eventually change.

Because deep, deep down we all know in our hearts that we share this planet with 6 billion others and we owe it to our children and grandchildren to take good care of the world.

Lament for my world

I went away for a while and left no-one to tend my small apartment. I left it clean and in good order and expected to return to find it as I left it. It’s not much, but it’s my home, my little world.

Yet with no loving hand to tend it, it fell into disrepair.

The dust settled over the face of everything, the plants withered and died, the garbage (which I’m sure I had taken out) had rotted and left an unpleasant smell everywhere. The fridge was bare, the water in the taps had a strange colour from disuse and the power was off. Cut off due to unpaid bills.

There was no laughter, no music, no life in this place. Either dead or sleeping.

Everywhere I looked there were things to clean, repair, replace and in dire need of fresh air to blow away the stench.

The task seemed impossible and I wanted to give up and leave it to rot. But I could not.

It’s my home.

I cannot just turn my back on it and look away.

Where to start? Which place to tidy, clean or care for first? How to bring this dead world back to life?

I summoned all my energy and willpower, took a deep breath and started. It didn’t matter where. Anywhere. Just to feel I was doing something.

Turn on the taps and the stereo, clean the dust, remove the garbage, tend the plants, fill the cupboards with food once more.

At first the small touches seemed to have no impact on the emptiness, the mess and lack of life. But bit by bit, step by step it started to recover. Started to breathe again. What had seemed hopeless and beyond saving came back to life. Laughter returned. Music was heard once more, softly at first, so as not to disturb the silence. Two steps forward and one step back – I had to live in that place and with living comes disturbance and a certain chaos.

And now, it still gets a little unruly at times. The mess, a consequence of living in this small world of mine.

Next time I leave, I’ll find some careful tenants to look after it for me.

It’s the least I can do.