I’ve got 99 problems, and Zero-waste is one

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There are some days where it feels as though the zero-waste gods are laughing at you, or at the very least have shunned you for some unknown reason.

Over the past few weeks I have slowly gotten into the zero-waste groove, bringing my own containers and finding new places in Adelaide to buy unpackaged goods. I successfully bought ham over the counter in my own container (which they calculated the tare weight on with no fuss) at the Magill Foodland (591 Magill Road, Magill). Next door at the local butcher we have managed to buy meat a few times in our own glass containers with no eye-rolling or weird looks, just a big grin from our lovely local butcher with his waxed moustache :). In the same complex is a BBQ chicken shop, which we have gone to a few times (when we are too lazy to cook)- they’ve put chips and gravy in our containers, as well as putting a rotisserie chicken in our own (food-grade) bucket! Rob went by himself the other day expecting a humiliating experience, but he found that they were perfectly fine with it. Hooray!

Riding on the ease of these “first experiments”, I went out to do my weekly food-shop in the suburbs of Norwood and Burnside. This area is the “affluent East” of Adelaide, which to me means that it is filled with the type of people I resent- rich angry ladies who brunch and who also “accidentally” ram your legs with their double-strollers whilst vapidly talking on their phones. Ugh. Norwood Foodland is my favourite “big supermarket”, which boasts a huge bulk snack and nuts section and a long deli counter. Unfortunately when I went up to the cheese and olive counter to ask for some cheese in my container I was knocked back- the only thing they could offer me was weighing the cheese in their own plastic bag/ container, giving it to me, then I could then put it in my own container (not the point).

Next up was the fishmonger (Seafood on Parade), also in the same complex as Foodland. I asked if I could get two salmon fillets straight in my container, and if he could tare the weight on the container on the scale (I figured if two butchers in the area could do it, these guys could handle it too). It was not to be. He weighed the fillets in a plastic bag, then put the fillets in my container, whilst asking, “Is this clean”, and, “Do you have a way of keeping it cold?”, whilst giving me a look. I was treated like some dirty person with no food hygiene principles, and for the first time in almost 3 months I felt ashamed. I know that this business has never been known for their customer service, but now that I have confirmed this I’ll be happy to give them a wide berth.

We’re running low on tea, so I went to Burnside Village (angry rich lady mecca) to visit T2, a tea specialty store. For some reason I confused them with the T-bar (which has stores in the Central Markets and the City) and mistakenly thought they sold loose tea by weight. Definitely not true. Enter walls and walls of foil packaged tea. 😦 I then popped by the deli counter in Burnside during a quiet time to chat to the girl behind the counter about buying unpackaged cheese in my container. After a long conversation I thought she understood me when I said, “Can you please cut off a piece of this cheddar with NO plastic wrap and put it in my container?” She turned, plopped a pre-plastic wrapped bit of cheddar on the scales and charged me $8 for it. I took the cheese, paid and tasted true defeat.

The nicest part of my day was finally going to my lovely “egg man” (Lian Hua Asia Grocery, 462 Payneham Rd, Glynde), who sells loose eggs by the dozen and lets me bring my own egg box to fill up. I also noticed today that he sells vermicelli loose for $5.50 a kilo! We don’t need vermicelli currently, but will remember for next time.

I guess for people who aren’t sold on the zero-waste concept, the bull-headedness and courage that it takes to seek out unpackaged “everyday” foods and risk being laughed at or shamed (for trying to reduce my landfill contribution) is quite foreign. It also begs the question, “Is it worth it”. My answer is always going to be yes. It’s amazing how plastic has turned us into a society of “convenience consumers”, and how much it dictates our day to day existence. In the mere act of trying to source food that would otherwise take seconds to buy (pick up some shrink-wrapped cheese, pick up some salmon in a plastic bag), I have realised that some days it is hard, and I also noted the fact that food-shopping has never pushed me to the brink of tears before. I honestly felt defeated and wanted to cry today, and felt very alone in the world.

I know that when I buy my meat in a container, the container ends up being washed in the dishwasher ready for next use. What happens to the plastic bag dripping with raw chicken juice? Would you honestly tell me that you diligently wash and sterilise it so that it is clean enough for soft plastics recycling or for your own re-use? I know what happens- it goes in the bin. And where does stuff in the bin go? It goes to landfill. And then what? Will it blow away in the wind, will it strangle and choke and starve sea life, will it eventually break down in the estimated 1000 years, will it impede the breakdown of organic matter in landfill and contribute to methane emissions?

I dream of owning a grocery store where zero-wasters are welcomed, and mindless consumerism with single use plastic is shunned. People wanting things in single use plastic will be the ones who would feel ashamed walking into the store, not the ones who have gone to the effort of having enough clean containers to grocery shop. You can have all the cheese you want. You can get your butter cut for you. There will be milk on tap, yoghurt to put in your container. Asian groceries by bulk- rice, noodles, nori, frozen dumplings, soy sauce. Frozen berries and vegetables to scoop and put in your own freezer. In a society where everyone is now so busy and convenience is king, would it not make sense that if we make unpackaged shopping more convenient, we could make a difference? We can’t go back to the cart and buggy years, but we need to start making more sustainable choices and need to make the choices available to the mainstream. I agree that a handful of people world wide bulk shopping won’t make a difference, but what if more and more people did it?

The zero-wasters out there around the world are trail blazers. They are the ones who have endured the awkwardness of being “the first person ever to bring their container here”. They’re the ones who have put in the time and miles and effort to source bulk buy options and to share their findings with others. They have voluntarily stepped off the giant mouse wheel that we are all genetically engineered to stay on until we die- and have said, “enough”.

We have had enough.

Zero-Waste Dating

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  The majority of my fellow zero-wasters out there seem to be women. Does it have something to do with the fact that we, at our grass roots, are all nurturing home-bodies who want to look after and sustain our Earth, who has never asked us for anything in return? Maybe. I spoke to the local eco-shop owner about it, and she confirmed that most of her customers are women. Strange.

  Anyway, another perk of being female is our innate ability to nag (gently, of course). It’s our way of showing that we care 🙂 I’ve nagged my male bosses, colleagues, my partner, my dad, and my (male) rabbit. So my poor partner has been the victim of (ahem) gentle reminders of our evolving lifestyle. It’s a work-in-progress. For example: the day after I had banished our huge kitchen bin to the garage, he brought home two packs of mince plastic wrapped in styrofoam from the supermarket…

  We recently spent a Sunday afternoon traipsing around the Adelaide Hills in Lenswood (a pretty area filled with apple and pear orchards). We went on a long walk, petting all the friendly dogs and horses along the way, and foraging for blackberries by the roadside (pictured above). (This is also a plug for always having a produce bag on you- tasty roadside snacks!)

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  It was a perfect way to spend an Autumn day in Adelaide, and we got some good exercise out of it (8 kms, some it is a bit steep). It’s also a good walk to do if you want to avoid the mummy-strollers and crazed army cadets who clog up the Mt Lofty walk on a weekend.

Zero- waste dating tips

1. Don’t nag too much– the best thing is to focus on your own efforts, after a few weeks it will rub off and suddenly he’ll be asking you where every bit of “trash” should go

2. Be hyper-vigilant. As soon as you turn your back he will come back with a big styrofoam box of something. I can’t supervise every single shopping run, but if he is heading out I’ll corner him and thrust an arm-load of bags and produce bags at him, in the hope that some fruit and vegetables will “accidentally” fall into a reusable bag 🙂

3. Be prepared. When we go out for dinner, I always make sure that we’ve got a couple of small Pyrex glass containers (lidded) with us to take leftovers home. I also bring my own cloth napkin to use (if the restaurant supplies paper ones), and I have a stainless steel straw (which I haven’t succeeded in using yet- every drink comes with a straw and I keep forgetting to ask for no straw!). We usually stop off for gelati for dessert on the way home, and I’ve recently added a small mason jar to our “going out” bag- it’s the perfect size for 2 scoops of ice-cream. If we’re going out during the day I’ll have a Keep-cup on hand- in case of a coffee emergency!

4. Celebrate the small victories. 2 days out from our scheduled kerbside collection of the garbage (landfill) bin, I am happy to report that it only holds two plastic bags contaminated by chicken juices. After inspecting the bin I ran in excitedly to my partner, and we did a victory dance. With twerking. Woo!

This is what our “kitchen” bin looks like nowadays (one-week on from our “experiment” of banishing the bin to the garage):

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Zero-waste we are not, but we will get there one day!