‘Are you saving that, Clarke?’ they ask, sniggering.
‘Are you saving that, Clarke?’ they ask, sniggering. ‘Is there enough room in the fridge, what with all the other leftovers?’ Then they giggle, and turn on EastEnders. They mock me but I am resilient, and full of resolve. I have no time for soaps and mindless television because I am a food waste-buster: one of a growing group who can’t bear the amount of food people throw away. I have no time for TV — I have cupboards to organise, soups and stocks to concoct, chutneys to make, tomatoes to bottle and jams to set.
There are many of us out there, a hidden army. Some may think us obsessive, but I’m convinced we are simply right: deep in our collective bones we all know that our grandparents were correct — it’s just plain wrong to throw away good food.
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