Two-and-a-half days into my “Food Stamp Challenge,” and I have to say … it’s not easy. Generally, the experience is attuning my attention to just how plentiful and varied food typically is in my life. There is just so much food out there on the streets of New York, all of it attractive and fairly easily obtained. Feel a little hungry? Step into the corner grocery, newsstand, or visit the sidewalk fruit vendor. No problem, right?
But these few days are giving me a small inkling – even though this short-term self-imposed restriction exercise is nothing like real food insecurity – of what it would be like to walk through the abundant grocery store of life, with no purchasing power. I was struck today, for instance, by just how many people walk down the streets of the Upper West Side consuming ice cream. Looked nice, too. But not for me today.
My own eating plan has been to purchase inexpensive food for the week, some rice, beans, eggs, bread, peanut butter and grits. I have enough to eat. But it’s certainly a little boring. And nothing compared to the feast that goes on up and down Broadway
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