Breakfast with The Brits
Brits throw away 7 million slices of bread, 666,000 eggs, 1.2 million sausages, 260,000 processed cheese slices and more than 1.5 bananas daily.
This raises a very serious question, what are The Brits eating for breakfast? And the answer appears to be a whole lot of nothing.
The truth is that a study released this month in the UK revealed that the kingdom is guilty of wasting nearly one third of all the food they purchase. This means throwing away $30 dollars of a $90 grocery bill. Obscene.
Hold on, wait, not so fast
Before those of us in the western hemisphere go gallivanting around town aboard our high horse, it's imperative for us to realize that the United States, the western hemispheres leader in both population and consumption has failed to produce a similar study since 1997 and the results at that time weren't entirely flattering. Ten years ago a study by the US department of agriculture produced similar statistics to those of the (08) UK study, twenty-seven percent, once again nearly one third of an entire purchased food supply simply wasted.
The US statistics though potentially lament, due to the decade of food waste neglect that has elapsed since its last USDA report were eerily similar to those of the current UK study yet I'm sure topical optimists will assure the public that outcry has won out over ten years of inactivity. Anyone that is convinced that future studies by the USDA will provide improved waste statistics or that somehow we, in the western hemisphere are more eco-conscious and therefore wasting less, must be a federal lobbyist. Only a lobbyist could live in such a fantasy world, where the world leader in consumption is also the world leader in waste reduction. Yeah really, and I imagine gingerbread men with jube-jube vests and liquorice eyes.
So what can I do? In my household of two.
The answer to this question . . . and the mother of all cost saving schemes can be found in a future posting entitled The Three Days Meatloaf. All the facts are in place, the articles compiled and I guess now I'm married to the title.
Until next time . . . Mr. Meatloaf