Food pantry offers little in nutrition
Food pantries. Also known as food banks. They are organized to provide a source of food for those of us down on our luck for whatever reason and however long.
I am one of those who found himself in such a position. When my affiliation with Experience Works dried up and blew away, and my numerous job applications were and still are under consideration, it became clear I might need the services of a food bank to hold me over until my job searches would finally bear fruit. This is where the food pantry comes in.
My idea of a food pantry was defined as a large room with various food items spread out on tables. Those in need would come in and choose what they need, as was the case with the food pantry located in the former Button Dodge store on West Sycamore Street.
Having recently learned that the Kokomo Rescue Mission was currently headquartering a food pantry, and since the mission was fairly convenient to where I live, I visited its location.
After qualifying I was instructed to take my authorization form across the street to its warehouse, where someone would fill a bag for me. When I returned home I unpacked my bag. This is what I found: six bags of Cheetos, six bags of pretzels, four mini-packs of instant oatmeal, six bags of microwave popcorn, one box of Hamburger Helper, one can of black beans, one can of green beans, one can of pork and beans, two cans of Chef Boyardee, one large ziplock bag of pasta, two bars of bath soap and one roll of toilet paper. That is, this is what there was not.
There was no bread or rolls; no produce items; no canned or frozen fruit; no meat, fish or poultry; no dairy or eggs and no peanut butter. I do not provide this information as a criticism but as straight reportage of what was/is available at one specific food pantry.