Food on the table

Just looking at Eating the City and found a few interesting tangents to follow. Sibling/Condiment dinner and a very interesting project by Sydney artist Simryn Gill Food on the table
"My offering for the laneways project is a celebration in a sort of reverse potlatch. Let us understand potlatch to loosely mean (from Wikipedia) “a gathering…where a…leader hosts guests and holds a feast….the main purpose [of which] is the redistribution and reciprocity of wealth.’  If we replace ‘wealth’ with ‘ways of being’, we must try to understand how we might enact, for an afternoon, a redistribution and reciprocity of ways of being. A sharing from across various understandings of what can and cannot happen and be permitted to happen, in our civilised society, as we all try to step lightly through the tangled undergrowth of the rules and regulations which seemingly hold everything together.
What I have in mind is a genuine reciprocity through the form of a brief and open mutual giving and taking, across the boundaries and fences that keep us neatly corralled in the places and roles that we chose for ourselves, or that society gives us. I propose a meal to be made from produce and products from refuse sites - supermarket and restaurant dumpsters.
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This process will take us into categories, which in the main we receive as givens: about what is good and bad, clean and dirty, possible and impossible. We will find ourselves at that door we often reach in our activities, alone and collectively, as individuals and as card-bearing members of various walks of life, interest groups, even nations, which has a sign on it that says: can’t be done; impossible; wrong way, go back. In my line of work, this is often the most important door to open. 
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You eat what is available, and give the surplus away to your friends. So this will be the spirit and the nature of any celebration built on the largess of waste: what you will find cannot be known in advance, you cannot make definite plans, just a general one: we will feast on what is to be had. A kind of awkward mirror image of the time when we ate what grew in the season - the bins offer to their gleaners feasts or famines formed in the weather patterns of consumers’ whims."
Read the whole article here