At the school where I work, a food drive is currently taking place. Several bins have been set up in the hallways, adorned with cheerful signs made by students, encouraging everyone to SCARY HUNGER by donating non-perishable items for the local food shelf. As I often do, I pass by the donations multiple times a day. My fascination with food compels me to take a closer look.
To my surprise, the bins are overflowing with upscale grocery items—organic products, gourmet snacks, and a variety that goes beyond the usual macaroni and cheese. There are gluten-free crackers, artichoke hearts in seasoned oil, rice pasta, and yes, quinoa. I can’t help but admire the generosity of our school community.
A Surprising Conversation
Earlier this week, while observing the donations, one of the organizers, Lisa, was nearby. I called out, “Wow! Look at all this amazing food!” Her face lit up as she responded, “I know! The parents here are incredible!” Just then, another woman named Sarah walked by. She greeted us with a smile before commenting, “It’s too bad those people won’t know what to do with most of it.”
Her statement paused my thoughts. I couldn’t quite grasp what she meant, so I asked, “What do you mean?” She turned to face me, folders in hand, and explained, “Those people won’t recognize most of this food. I mean, really, quinoa?”
“Those people.” Her words echoed in my mind.
Personal Reflections on Food Insecurity
Reflecting on my past experiences, I remember the last time I visited the food shelf was eight months prior. I had struggled with my finances for a long time, and the support from my ex finally allowed me to buy groceries instead of relying on the food shelf. It was a humbling experience, one that I had put off for too long, driven by pride until necessity took over.
Once I stepped through the door of the food shelf, it was easier than I had anticipated. Sure, the experience wasn’t joyful—filling out paperwork and sharing my financial struggles was uncomfortable—but I adapted. I learned to navigate the space, quickly discovering that food shelves are unpredictable, akin to shopping at a discount store. Some days, I would find delicious organic items like fresh vegetables and whole chickens, while on others, I would be left with dented cans and stale crackers.
I visited the food shelf five times over the course of nearly a year. I only confided in a single friend about this, and when I shared it with my children, I expected a negative reaction. Instead, they simply helped me unpack the groceries, reacting with “Yum!” or “Gross!” as we sorted through the items. I can still recall many meals I prepared from those donations: roasted chicken, turkey chili, and even a delightful mushroom risotto.
Confronting Ignorance
In that moment in the hallway, I felt a surge of anger towards Sarah. I wanted to confront her, to express how ignorant her comment was about the struggles faced by those relying on food assistance. I wished to convey that those so-called “people” would be profoundly grateful for any food provided, particularly something as nutritious as quinoa. However, all I managed to say was, “I like quinoa.”
Her response was dismissive: “Well yes, of course. You’re not one of those people.” If only she understood.
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Conclusion
In summary, the experience of food insecurity can be misunderstood by those who have never faced it. The stigma associated with relying on food assistance often overshadows the gratitude and resilience of those receiving help. It is essential to recognize the dignity of individuals who access food shelves and to understand that food, regardless of its perceived value, can provide essential nourishment and support during challenging times.