Post 2 - Megans, E3

Firstly, you may be wondering why I'm still in the same post code as my old place. That's because Megan lives round the corner from me and it was the only place I could get to at short notice, and she nicely let me stay at hers for a few days till I made arrangements with her. To be honest I didn't envisage my big adventure to start more or less a stones throw from my house but I wasn't really complaining. It was a lovely encounter, we watched Sin City the first night as it was getting pretty late and we both had uni the next day. I got about my days there as if nothing had really changed, I was still getting the same busses to uni and essentially, not a lot really did. Of course I was down a few belongings but nothing I couldn't live without. I'd met Megan randomly - literally on the street, as my mate was talking to one of hers. She said she recognised me and asked if I lived around her area and turns out we were neighbours and have been friends since. 

The second night I stayed and we talked about where I was planning to go, and it turned out I didn't really have a solid plan. I kind of wanted to had down to eastern europe and turkey to begin with and end up in america eventually but other than that I didn't have much of a plan. "So you haven't really thought this throughhave you" Megan barks at me. "Not really" I tell her "but that's part of the beauty I suppose. I dunno maybe one day I'll wake up and decide I wana go to quebec. Nothing really stopping me is there!?" She lectures me on how I should be a bit more specific than that while she stirred intently in to that nights dinner.

Round the back of Mile end Co-operative. 

 

Luckily for me Megan was a keen freeganist and we both knew the area quite well so we hit the local mini markets in search of food thrown away that day. In the past we've had a fair bits of luck, from Innocent smoothies to strawberry and champagne cake but very often these endeavours can be hit and miss. Thankfully today was a good day and we came home and ate the fruits of our labour, a bit of pasta, some sausages and loads of veg. 50% of the worlds food is wasted from its original source all the way to its transition to the dinner table. Depending on how fussy an eater you are there is lots to be found and it's a brilliant to save money and ultimately the planet. I let Megan take over the cooking duties and very soon our freegan dinner is served. Hope all my stays around London can cook as well as Megan.

Dinners up!