Like many kids who grew up poor in Oklahoma City, I’ll never forget the unloading of the bags and boxes from the food bank on the kitchen counter, meticulously separating the different canned foods and boxed dinners into meal ideas with my mother, hoping that they’d last until the end of the week, praying they’d last until the end of the month, making miracles out of acquired tastes like powdered eggs and pickled pig’s feet.
They say beggars can’t be choosers, but, by that same token, the choosers don’t have to be jerks. Now that the holiday season is finally coming around, many Metro food banks and shelters will be asking for your canned goods and other non-perishable foodstuffs to help many needy families have some sort of subsistence through this trying season. That being said, the food bank ain’t your own personal dumpster, hoss.