Professional Gleaner
My husband will eat just about anything. What he considers food, most of us would consider garbage. Last year when we were unpacking boxes from our storage unit, Dave found a bag of half-eaten tortilla chips (why these were stored is anyone’s guess). Right there in our garage, he opened the bag and started munching away. If one of the kid’s friends drops a half eaten piece of pizza on the dirty floor, Dave merely picks it up, walks it into the entryway – presumably to hide – and polishes it off. Crusts off of baloney sandwiches? Merely an appetizer for him. The flakey stuff in the pan after scrambling eggs? Delicious. Past the expiration date? No problem.
I am convinced that in Bilbical times he would have made it as a professional “gleaner”.
