If you walk about ten minutes due south from where I live you come to a
small public orchard, or anyway a small group of apple trees, planted I
suppose in the interests of saving the planet. And there, at this time of
year, on the ground are hundreds of apples that have fallen off the trees.
I’ve been known to gather up a few of these wormy old fruits to put in my
compost bin, and I’ve picked a fair number of apples off the trees and
eaten them. They’re crisp and a bit sour, and just the kind I like, though I
couldn’t tell you the breed.
This reminded me of a recent walk I did, I did not very far from home, around some potato fields, where a good many discarded or rejected potatoes by the potato harvester machine, and could be snatched up from the ground, and they were, by me and my walking companions. Not the potatoes in this picture, obviously.
And OK, you may say, ‘Well of course there are edible things on the ground where you live, in a very slightly rural bit of Essex.’
And this is true enough, but a couple of weeks ago I was in London, in Spitalfields.some and there were ‘windfall’ potatoes to be had right there on the ground. I imagine they’d fallen off the back of a lorry but they looked perfectly edible (apart from the odd one that had been run over) though I admit I didn’t swoop down on them.
And then, because I go around taking pictures of these things, I remembered this perfectly good looking piece of bread, close to the rear tyre of a pickup truck in Los Angeles. They have everything in that city! But again I didn’t forage it.