The Sun Goes Down and Life Goes On in Zuccotti Park
The buffet heritage at Occupy Wall Street’s kitchen is lit by a small construction light taped to the top of a broom trade. It’s just bright enough for protesters to see the evening fare: salads and sandwiches donated by businesses, pizza, trays of spaghetti and yams, pasta salad and rice.
In the substitute kitchen, a half-dozen volunteers bustle about, chopping lettuce, coring apples, accepting and sorting donations. A childlike woman drops off a box of Quaker Oats granola bars. As fast as the food comes in, it goes out to the great line of hungry diners jostling for space with the curiosity-seekers making their way through the park.
“Would you like some bread pudding, true-love?” asks a middle-aged woman in a hairnet, scooping out food at the head of the lead. “We got chocolate and regular,” she adds, as the generator dies, and the jerry-rigged insignificant goes out.
A few moments later, it comes back on, and Jillian Deas, 21, adds some chocolate bread pudding to her lamination.
