Saturday, March 2, 2013

Free Food! At the ASA's Sights and Sounds


Food tastes best when it’s earned: This is false. There is, in fact, such thing as a free lunch. And breakfast. And dinner too. Neva Sheaffer lives by this mantra. “Do you know what a freegan is?” She once asked me in a string of twelve text messages (we’ve built up a pen-palesque relationship through texting). I had no idea. According to freegan.info, “Freegans are people who employ alternative strategies for living based on limited participation in the conventional economy and minimal consumptional economy and minimal consumption of resources.” In other words, these individuals love free food.

“When does this end?” I groaned at Neva. We’d been standing for an hour and a half at the back of a room filled with shifting bodies, all sneaking looks toward the buffet at the back. The African Student’s Association romped across the stage for mostly unamused eyes. Pain rung my ankles and my calves became stiff clumps of dirt. Neva hogged a concrete column, shooting me a smile as she leaned, relieving the weight on her feet.

“Soon, I hope.” She grabbed my arm and nudged me closer to the food line. We laughed silently through our teeth, too scared to look around for dirty looks from other audience members.

Finally, the show ended and the master of ceremonies announced the food protocol. “Everyone who had to stand in the back through the show, we appreciate your commitment. You’ll get to eat first.” Our faces contorted, giving away our absurd level of excitement. We walked down past gleaming buffet trays filled with homemade dishes from all over Africa. “Would you like some of this?” Of course, I’d love to try some! “Any of that?” Yes, heap that on my plate. At the end of the line, my Dixie plate looked like an over-worked mule struggling to keep its spine from snapping.

We vacuumed down fork-fulls of plantains, spiced beef stew, and red rice, savoring the food as much as we did its freeness. No one bothered to even ask about the dish’s names. We simply ate, high with the feeling that, in some way, we’d beaten the system. After all, two hours in the standing room is a small price to pay for free food.ue relationship through textsionship through textss (we'a

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