When You Think Of Garbage…
Think of Rachel Ray.
This is just too perfect; she wants you to spend fifteen of your hard-earned dollars to purchase a bowl into which you’ll throw your crap.
As for me, I call the place where I throw my scraps the “Garbage” but you know, her market is terribly refined.
I keep a bowl on my counter only I call it my compost bowl. If everyone would compost their scraps instead of throwing them in the garbage, the world would be a nicer place.
I can see the point of having a bowl out for your food scraps while you’re cooking, if your garbage (or preferably, composter!) is under a cupboard. It IS more efficent to just biff stuff into the bowl as you go, and then just empty the whole works into the composter when you’re done. That’s what I always do when I cook, anyway.
But why not just use a bowl you already have, instead of spending $15 for a special “garbage bowl”?
I agree about using a bowl to collect craps for compost. But to spend $15 bucks for one…uhhh no. An old tupperware container will work just fine. I’m still waiting on my stimulus check so I don’t think I’ll be spending extra for a bowl. lol
The raccoons and rats around here love my compost. I’ve never figured out the knack of this “odourlessness” they talk about at Lee Valley. Now, if I only knew what to do with it once it’s all composted…I live in an apartment. I have one mint plant, for making mojitos. It really doesn’t need much in the way of fertilizer.
Hm…that’s a head-scratcher, raincoaster. We’re sort of in the same boat — our compost bin isn’t very secure, so most of our compost winds up feeding the raccoons, and the rest just winds up being absorbed into the soil around the composter (due to the clever wee buggers somehow managing to get the bottom off of the composter). But, it’s better than it being in a landfill. Do you have a local garden centre? Maybe you can post a flyer there saying that you have compost available, and people with large gardens can come and buy some from you.
I live in Socialist Canuckistan, so I can probably just phone City Hall and discover eight different groups that want compost. The problem is getting it to them. Well, the problem is I’m too lazy to phone, really.