At least once a week I find myself chucking something out of the fridge that’s gone off. A bit of left-over coleslaw, a limp courgette, a forgotten-about-mouldy-stuck-at-the-back bag of salad leaves (I KNOW that’s not just me)… and every time, I feel guilty.
Guilty that I didn’t eat it, guilty that I forgot about it, guilty that there are so many in this country that don’t have enough food and guilty that I’m contributing to the ever-growing pile of food waste that this country generates. And it’s a very, very big pile.
