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Hoarding leftovers

15 July 2009 | 12:50 - By Phil Lees

The subject in food that  reveals our innermost food neuroses and individual idiosyncrasies is leftovers.

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There is some kimchi of suspect provenance in my refrigerator at the moment. It has begun to take on the fizzy, carbonated taste sensation that suggests that its days as an appetizing Korean pickle are numbered and that its life indistinguishable from compost is about to begin. Kimchi was alive to begin with, and thanks to fermentation, it is becoming more alive. I can't recall when I bought this particular plastic punnet or began eating it. Day by day, it becomes more piquant, pungent and complex. I can’t imagine discarding it until I can see it foaming.

This is possibly a course of action that I should warn others against.

The subject in food that reveals our innermost food neuroses and individual idiosyncrasies is leftovers. People hoard, save and freeze; or abhor them entirely. Your treatment of them is culturally specific: some cultures demand leftovers at the end of a meal to take home; others see finishing every morsel of food as imperative.

It also differs within cultures: America is at once home of the doggy bagged restaurant meal and superparanoid food hygiene. This week in the New York Times, Henry Alford catalogues a treasure trove of leftover neuroses from obsessive lentil documenting to families mailing each other cooked chicken legs. Strange, yes; unexpected, no.

I can't bear to throw away food. I'd love to dress this up as a reaction to financial or environmental crises but I doubt whether awareness of these global predicaments have had any impact at all on my behaviour. I've always been on the hoarding end of leftover behaviour. The kimchi will find its way into a makeshift kimchi jjigae - kimchi stew - made with whatever other veg is on its last wilting legs and the greyer-looking firm tofu. I'm not alone when it comes to repurposing vegetable leftovers. In the Observer, Alex Renton writes:

At Le Gavroche, the two-star Michelin restaurant in London, the chef-patron Michel Roux feeds his staff on potato peelings. This information, so in tune with our thrifty times, appears in Roux's new autobiography. I asked how exactly he cooked them. The answer is that the peel is twice-fried in animal fat, like the best chips. Mr Roux added that the potatoes should be peeled with a knife, "so as to leave a little flesh on the skin" for the workers' nourishment. Which is thoughtful of him. And inspiring for a nation that throws away 359,000 tonnes of potatoes every year.

The figure that has been frequently bandied around is that Australians discard 145 kilograms of food per person, per annum, which is enough to build two other people from leftovers. Five billion dollars worth of food in Australia goes uneaten and is discarded. It is not beyond the skill or ability of most people to plan and eat everything that they buy. So why the waste?

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31 Jul 2009 11:27 AEST

Phil Lees

From: Melbourne

Compost

No chooks. I make a mean compost.

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25 Jul 2009 16:21 AEST

HL

From: Bellbridge

second solution

Worms love it -keep a worm farm and recycle your waste.

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21 Jul 2009 13:27 AEST

Zoe

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no waste solution

got chooks?

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A blog about what the world eats, when and where it eats it, and why it matters to us all. Only much less ambitious than that sounds and with more excruciating puns.

Phil Lees grew up in rural Victoria, the first generation in his family to not have lived on the farm and thereby not slaughter their own meat.

In 2005 he moved to Cambodia and started the nation’s first food blog, Phnomenon.com, named after the best pun that he has ever made. It turns out that Cambodian food is delicious and unlike the warnings in most guidebooks, is not likely to kill you with any immediacy. Gridskipper called him a “national treasure”. Lonely Planet’s Greater Mekong guide called him “the unofficial pimp of Cambodian cuisine”. The New York Times laughed at a funny hotdog he saw.

Phil makes a mean sausage, a hoppy pale ale, a modest laksa. He owns three barbecues and is in the market for a fourth.

 
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