$550 plus some dollars and change

I just got back to New York (after a loooong absence) and I’ve been jonesing to get cooking. So I headed to the most likely source for some quality staples. The non-perishable items pictured here (each is price tagged) total $457.25. Presuming these baked goods sell for $2.50 each at the fancy food store from which they hail, those presented here total $100 (though likely many sell for well over that price point).
So that’s $557.25 of goods wasted, then reclaimed in less than an hour. Full breakdown after the jump.
Call Me Kuchu
My absence from you dear readers has been long and weighty, but not without its purpose!
I have been in far away lands, filming a documentary about the lives of LGBT Ugandans. We’ve returned from abroad and have hit the ground running in the edit room, and now our Kickstarter page is up and running alongside us!
Halloweenie Roast and Cookies
In need of provisions for a Halloween party, I hit the streets and returned with three rings of Rip and Dip, assorted festive cookies, cucumbers, apples, bananas, wax beans, hot dogs and burger buns, yogurt, tomatoes, cupcakes, brownie bites, grape tomatoes, bagels, sandwich rolls, and potatoes. Much munchies were munched.
500 filters of ghost on the wall
Oops, I left for Uganda in a post-Halloween dash and neglected to share my terribly cute little ghosts with you. We were in need of decoration for a Halloween party, and had recently come across 500 coffee filters in the trash. So we crumpled them up one by one, tied them off with a few of the trillion feet of freegan yarn I have, then drew faces and strung them across the ceiling. Such character!
When hungry,
Stoploss puree
Slice eggplant and squash, coat with olive oil and gifted fancy balsamic mustard, roast.
Discover flavor remains bland. Carmelize onions. Add garlic, vegetable stock, coriander, cumin, salt, and pepper. Blend with roasted vegetables. Add cream. Lesson: when a concoction fails to charm, make it SOUP(er)!
Trunk show
Jane spotted this under some garbage bags after we went to the Mexican supermarket for some supplies. Naturally, we wheeled it home atop my bicycle.

Then while dinner cooked itself in the crock pot, I fished out what was left of the paint I had used for my walls, and did a quick (shoddy, but improved nonetheless) revamp of this grand trunk. As ever, it was a pleasure making strokes with the thick milkshakey scent-free zero-VOC paint. Our new trunk now houses winter boots and other unsightlies.


















