When I think of the numerous items that I use on a daily basis that could be considered waste, the one that stands out to me is food. Mary Douglas’s conception of dirt helps us to understand food to be waste because it is a prime example of matter out of place. In our culture food has specific times when it is “clean” and when it is “dirty”. I think the term farm to table describes the time period where food is in the clean phase of its life. Even though most of our food comes from a place that should be considered dirty being literally the dirt/soil, it is still acceptable in society because it is in place. Once we are done with food on our plate, there are multiple ways for it to reach the dirty status. Being thrown in the trash, scraped into the sink, wiped off with a paper towel, or even falling on the floor, all makes it dirty in our minds. However if that food were to stay on our plates we would keep on nibbling on it and think of it as clean. In the trash it’s often only touching other food items, which moments before was fine to eat, but only due to its different location means it’s no longer good. In the dining commons here at Hampshire, I often look in the “food waste” can and think of how in my mind I know it’s just a bunch of uneaten food, but it evokes a feeling of disgust. I know that’s just my society’s opinions speaking through me. For example I would never think to eat the food in the takeout containers from the DC that’s been left out overnight, even though hours before I was eating the food which was clean to me.
Leftovers are interesting because it’s just saving what would be food scraps from a meal. My grandmother is someone who will save any food item as long as it’s still good. A half eaten apple that’s turning brown “still good”, orange juice left in a glass “still good”, and something with a little mold on it just cut off the piece with it and it’s “still good”. Most of these situations I and many others would probably throw away or dump out the food/drink, and even though my grandmother lives in the same culture as I do she grew up in a different one. Her mother, my great grandmother, was a child of the Great Depression and passed the thinking of waste nothing down to her children. Even though we technically live in the same culture, it is interesting to see how it changes over time and to see that change through our view based on what waste is.