Mariel here. Never one to waste a morsel of food – let alone a scrap of tinfoil or a twice-used plastic baggie – I’ve assembled my fair share of “compost” meals: a random amalgam of alien ingredients thrown together so as to stave off a trip to the trash bin. True, this sometimes entails eating things that have a weird spot or a stronger-than-usual odor, but I have a stomach of steel so I’m usually willing to take big bets on Food Inc. fudging the sell-by dates.
