Hunger has been an issue of great interest for me for a long time. Probably all my life. I hate being hungry.
To clarify, and all joking aside, I do believe there are hungry people in my community. Five years ago, a group of my friends and I began a community Thanksgiving dinner at our brand new community center. I learned a great deal of people who struggle with eating properly. The center still holds a weekly free meal.
However, I'm not sure if the definition of "food desert" is accurate for exactly where I live. It may very well be accurate in cities, even in the one ten miles from me. This experiment is specific to where I live. Food deserts claim two things that I wish to experience myself - access and affordability - to healthy food.
Today, I'm preparing my fridge for this venture. I've given away my leftover perishables (because I don't want to waste them!). I've spent the last three days making apple sauce from scratch, so I'm going to take that to a friend's freezer. Then, I'm going to take out this week's grocery store ad and make my list (and check it twice to make Santa proud).
Can you feel that? No? It's suspense!
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