In this
post ascendancy American Depression, those of us who live in so called "
Resort Areas" are lucky, in that we often catch the trickle down in relative luxury. Tourists of greater means than us "Townies", renting accommodations with kitchens, often leave a good portion of their purchased provisions behind, to be retrieved by the maids, or other staff, that, if they have no use for the items, will share them among their friends. The items shared will often turn out to be of the higher priced, more "Gourmet" variety, and will also include wine and other beverages, as well as canned goods that probably wouldn't appear in the average urban food bank, such as hearts of palm, and organic black beans. These leftover provisions are called, most appropriately, "Condo Kill". (Better than Road Kill
)
Now, in these opening years of the twenty-first century, with Grocery prices spiraling into the Stratosphere, this can prove a great boon. Even though much of the booty makes it to the local food bank (in Jackson Hole it's named "The Cupboard"), I am fortunate to have friends and neighbors who work in the hospitality/housekeeping industry, who provide me with enough interesting food that I can survive until the end of the month, despite a depleted bank account. I bless those friends for this, as well as even bless the tricklers! This section of my blog, will contain, until publication (and probably beyond), the working copy of this cookbook "Condo Kill Cuisine", and will feature many of the recipes created from the inspiration of Condo Kill.
In this Poverty, so novel to us Americans - even to some of whom survived the Great Depression of the 1920s (not me, but many), we must return to the Ancient tradition of
"Gleaning". The next tradition to revive (Congress and Bankers take heed!) is the
Jubilee, wherein we will all find ourselves with a clean slate.
