See me change my mind

What I talk about when I talk about rescuing food waste, chicken made from peanuts, and a heme patent war.

You’re out to dinner and there are leftovers to take home. Not a lot, but enough to feel guilty about. What do you do? I cringe. Because I’m a no-leftovers-left-behind kind of girl. I see my future: I ask for a to-go box. My tiny leftovers are tucked into giant containers (always too big), and handed back to me inside a large branded bag. (Sometimes the…