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" It&amp;#039;s nearly closing time on a crisp Monday night at a Midtown Manhattan supermarket, when a burly crew begins tossing bulging black bags filled with the day&amp;#039;s trash \u2014 crusty breads, salad-bar fixings, last week&amp;#039;s fruits and vegetables \u2014 to the curb. Just then, a cadre of 15 jeans-and-sneakers-clad men and women turn the corner and quietly descend upon the heaps, gingerly opening and dissecting their contents. As they forage through the small mountains of discarded food, a 30-something woman sporting a green rain slicker calls out, &amp;quot;Over here, expensive Greek yogurt.&amp;quot; Seconds later, a ponytailed guy wearing a backpack hollers, &amp;quot;Here&amp;#039;s bacon and chicken for anyone who eats meat \u2014 and a perfect eggplant.&amp;quot; Someone shouts a reminder not to tear the bags or leave litter on the ground, lest the store get fined. After less than 30 minutes, they excitedly depart the scene, each shouldering at least one tote bag filled with booty.  These urban foragers are neither homeless nor destitute. They are committed freegans, radical environmentalists (typically vegan) who reject our wasteful consumer culture by living almost entirely on what others throw away. Freegans rarely go hungry thanks to the colossal amount of food Americans dump every day \u2014 38 million tons annually, according to the Environmental Protection Agency. Here&amp;#039;s another way to look at it: The United Nations says our leftovers could satisfy every single empty stomach in Africa. Those castoffs are composed, in part, of the less-than-perfect products consumers instinctively reject: bruised apples, wilted lettuce, dented cans. Who hasn&amp;#039;t passed on an entire carton of eggs after discovering a single slight fracture among the dozen? Supermarkets can&amp;#039;t unload the quarts of milk tagged with yesterday&amp;#039;s use-by date \u2014 which many of us interpret as a product&amp;#039;s expiration but in fact refers to its period of peak flavor. Meaning, there&amp;#039;s still plenty of life left in those quarts.  Freegans, like 24-year-old Leia MonDragon, a buxom Latina with a taste for heavy eye makeup, feast on those castoffs. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s amazing what you can find and the good condition it&amp;#039;s in,&amp;quot; she exclaims, holding aloft a week&amp;#039;s worth of produce, including watermelon, summer squash, kale, tomatoes, onions, and bananas. Though technically past their prime, they look pristine. MonDragon also scored half gallons of soy milk and lemonade, both unopened and still chilled, and bagels that only an hour earlier were for sale. &amp;quot;I once found 200 one-pound bags of organic fair-trade coffee beans just dumped outside a store with the trash,&amp;quot; she brags, like a woman combing the racks at a Gucci clearance sale.  Aside from the $1600 a month in rent MonDragon pays for her two-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, which she shares with her boyfriend, Tate, their 1-year-old daughter, Uma, and her retired grandfather, just about everything she owns has been salvaged or handmade. She found her ivory faux-leather couch, dishes, and flatware on the street; many of Uma&amp;#039;s clothes and toys were recovered from boxes abandoned on sidewalks and stoops, a common sight in New York, where apartment detritus \u2014 from halogen lamps to bed frames \u2014 is blithely left on the streets. MonDragon used to get around on a bicycle she and Tate cobbled together from discarded parts, but not long ago it was stolen. &amp;quot;So now I&amp;#039;m building another one,&amp;quot; she says. Though official figures are hard to come by, freegan ranks are believed to be in the thousands, with an estimated 500 practitioners living in New York City alone. Born of the extreme environmentalist and anti-globalization movements of the &amp;#039;90s, freeganism is a wholly modern crusade whose followers live off the grid while simultaneously exploiting it. Freegans gravitate toward cities \u2014 and their relentless mounds of garbage; Websites keep devotees in close contact with each other so they can plan group foraging outings, recruit new members, and spread word of upcoming events, like move-out day at a college dorm, a veritable freegan Christmas. Using a discarded computer they restored, MonDragon and her boyfriend routinely scour Craigslist for freebies. (The Web connection comes from a cable package her grandfather pays for.) &amp;quot;The only thing I don&amp;#039;t have yet is a skillet. But I&amp;#039;ll find one,&amp;quot; MonDragon declares confidently, as she ladles dinner \u2014 tofu-and-veggie stir-fry with lime zest \u2014 from a large stockpot. Get Your Green On! Check out these easy ways to start living green. 10 Tips: Green your house in tough times.  MonDragon first embraced freeganism five years ago as a student at a Minnesota community college, where she met Tate. &amp;quot;We were broke, trying to find the money for even a simple meal like rice and beans,&amp;quot; she explains. &amp;quot;We saw a freegan flyer and hooked up with some people who showed us how to do it. And just like that, we had a source of free food. It was amazing.&amp;quot; The more time the pair spent with entrenched freegans, the more exposure they got to the movement&amp;#039;s renegade rhetoric. Since relocating to New York two years ago, they have become ardent practitioners, positioning their lifestyle as a boycott of &amp;quot;corporate greed&amp;quot; and an alternative to capitalism. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s so wrong when people are losing their jobs, struggling to survive, that stores are throwing out such vast quantities of good food,&amp;quot; MonDragon sighs, as Papo, her wiry gray mutt, nips the hem of her long black skirt. She tosses him a roasted chicken leg, retrieved from her last supermarket trash run. MonDragon admits she was initially skeeved out by the prospect of eating garbage \u2014 Dumpsters are a frequent freegan haunt \u2014 but says she was reassured by the movement&amp;#039;s common-sense safety measures. Some freegans show up for Dumpster dives armed with rubber gloves and antibacterial lotion. Produce is washed thoroughly, withered leaves discarded; baked goods bearing even a hint of mold are tossed. Everything undergoes a basic smell test. (Tate says he once scarfed down day-old sushi, despite its funky aroma, and ended up with food poisoning.) And since stores generally separate discarded food from, say, bathroom trash bins, the ickiest finds are usually just putrid meats and dairy. MonDragon decontaminates all salvaged housewares with a mixture of vinegar, baking soda, and hydrogen peroxide and launders all of Uma&amp;#039;s secondhand stuffed animals and clothes. Though she draws the line at pre-owned underwear, instead buying new pairs from discount stores, MonDragon makes her own reusable sanitary napkins from cloth in much the same way women did a century ago. (Think that&amp;#039;s hard-core? Some freegans squat in abandoned buildings and jerry-rig toilets that compost their own waste matter.) &amp;quot;People in this country are a lot more freaked out about dirt than they need to be. We need a little dirt in our lives for our immune systems to be strong,&amp;quot; MonDragon says.  &amp;quot;Freegans have been living this way for years and are very healthy,&amp;quot; says Dr. Ruth Kava, director of nutrition at the American Council on Science and Health. &amp;quot;In fact, a freegan&amp;#039;s biggest risk may be falling headfirst into a Dumpster.&amp;quot; That, or being slapped with a fine \u2014 or worse \u2014 for trespassing on private property to scavenge. It&amp;#039;s not uncommon for store owners, mistaking freegans for homeless people or burglars, to call the police. Two years ago, a pair of freegans in Steamboat Springs, CO, were sentenced to six months in jail after jumping a fence and taking a couple of handfuls of fruit and vegetables from a grocery store&amp;#039;s trash. For that reason, MonDragon confines her searches to whatever she finds on the street. She and Tate get by on less than $20,000 a year \u2014 he drives a taxi, and she clerks at a nonprofit during the summer. Their meager income is earmarked for inescapable expenses, like their tuition at a community college and rent. The couple qualifies for food stamps, which pay only for Uma&amp;#039;s formula (MonDragon stopped breast-feeding once she started working).  Though she lives hand to mouth, MonDragon insists she wants for nothing. Her family eats three hearty meals a day; their closets are crammed with wool coats, shoes, shirts with tags still dangling from their sleeves. She&amp;#039;s got an active social life, towing Uma to playdates with other freegan moms and fielding invitations to watch DVDs with freegan friends. A week earlier, she and Tate uncovered a hoard of unopened Chinese food inside a streetside trash can, still warm in its gleaming white containers. They took it to a friend&amp;#039;s house for an impromptu dinner party. &amp;quot;We usually never take more than we need,&amp;quot; she explains, unzipping her black Patagonia shell and tossing it onto her bed \u2014 everything from the taupe sheets to the queen-size mattress were recovered from the streets of Manhattan. &amp;quot;We don&amp;#039;t need to. There will be more trash out there tomorrow.&amp;quot; Get Your Green On! Check out these easy ways to start living green. 10 Tips: Green your house in tough times. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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