While walking around my neighborhood for exercise, I take note of what is in people’s recylcing bins. I don’t actually pick through them to see what’s underneath the top layer because in the words of Jerry Seinfeld, I would “cross the line between man and bum.” (Giving Jerry attribution puts me in the all-clear for a plagiarism lawsuit and it also avoids my being accused of something far worse: using politically incorrect language.)
I find that my neighbors suffer from some internal paradox in what they consume. There are packages from pesticide-free products, cage-free egg cartons, Greek yogurt cups, Horizon milk sans the hormones, and omega-3 rich sushi boxes. There are clam shells from organic blueberries. (BTW, not real clam shells — it’s what they call those plastic containers produce comes in.) In the other half of the recylcing bin containing the aforementioned items are a plethora of wine, beer and soda bottles. Did I miss the part of the food pyramid that includes , Sam Adams and Diet Coke? These individuals are washing down all of their purified, locally-produced antioxidants with nitrates, fermented yeast and aspartame. There are also lots of black plastic Chinese take-out containers. What this tells me is that the folks on my street start out with a really healthy breakfast and then, as the day moves along, nutritionally, it’s all downhill from there.