We now have a kitchen compost corner and a chook pot. The chooks get banana skins, cut up, any veg trimmings especially brassicas which they love plus apple and pear cores. They don't get any citrus. They do get peelings from potatoes and sweet potatoes after I've cooked them and they also get crushed egg shells mixed into their main seed feed mix after I've baked them 15 mins after a roast or a bake.
Compost corner gets any tea bags and coffee grounds, citrus, any bad bits cut out of fruit or veg plus chilli, pepper and tomato trimmings which aren't too good for chooks. We have 3 cubic metre compost bins down in the potager, 1 more concrete sided bin about 4 metres long and twice as much again just loosely piled up next to it and then some more just made from pallets on the ir sides at the back of the polytunnel - loads of weeds and grass here and a muncher for tougher stems and branches.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
Just read this thread from the start! Very interesting and fun. I’m tempted to start a special compost heap just for the hope of tomato, avocado and peach plants growing as a result. OH and I have a collaborative approach to food waste, he leaves his plates on the worktop and I empty the leftovers into the food waste caddy while I’m loading the dishwasher. Yes, it’s a bit one sided, but at least I don’t have to retrieve stuff out of the wrong bin. After 50 years of trying to train out bad habits, I’ve decided life is too short for the hassle. I leave important stuff to him, he is currently trying to decipher how to programme a new automatic lighting system he’s bought. In the meantime, I’ll carry on using the light switches as normal.
I have the reverse problem. It's "her indoors" who seems incapable of grasping the basics of recycling. We have seperate containers for glass, paper and card, and 'other recyclables'. I have to go through the containers every time before putting them out as she just seems to chuck anything into whichever box takes her fancy.
I’m with you. I hate make-work like this. Drives me nuts everyday. Like we don’t have enough work on our hands!
My OH has just gone off to have a bit of golf practice leaving me to install the hanging rail for a wall tapestry in peace - which means it will be level and not fall down!
After years of training he can now be trusted with compost sorting and is the one who gets to take it all down to the compost heaps and turn them as and when needed. He's also OK at stacking the dishwasher but not so good at emptying. Bit creative sometimes as to where things go.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
As a woman - I object to the sweeping generalisation.... When I was married - it was me who did the bins - both recycling and putting in and out. Now that I'm single [thankfully] I still do it...
I need a butler....
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Agree thousands of egg shells never stopped snails or slugs. When folk were talking about seeds, didn't realise they mean tomato pips. Who removes them! I've never had any tomatoes germinate from the composting
My daughter often removes them [tomato seeds] if she's making a salad, or bruschetta - stops everything getting soggy. I'd forgotten about that, so we probably do have quite a lot in the compost bin.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
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Compost corner gets any tea bags and coffee grounds, citrus, any bad bits cut out of fruit or veg plus chilli, pepper and tomato trimmings which aren't too good for chooks. We have 3 cubic metre compost bins down in the potager, 1 more concrete sided bin about 4 metres long and twice as much again just loosely piled up next to it and then some more just made from pallets on the ir sides at the back of the polytunnel - loads of weeds and grass here and a muncher for tougher stems and branches.
OH and I have a collaborative approach to food waste, he leaves his plates on the worktop and I empty the leftovers into the food waste caddy while I’m loading the dishwasher. Yes, it’s a bit one sided, but at least I don’t have to retrieve stuff out of the wrong bin. After 50 years of trying to train out bad habits, I’ve decided life is too short for the hassle. I leave important stuff to him, he is currently trying to decipher how to programme a new automatic lighting system he’s bought. In the meantime, I’ll carry on using the light switches as normal.
After years of training he can now be trusted with compost sorting and is the one who gets to take it all down to the compost heaps and turn them as and when needed. He's also OK at stacking the dishwasher but not so good at emptying. Bit creative sometimes as to where things go.
When I was married - it was me who did the bins - both recycling and putting in and out.
Now that I'm single [thankfully] I still do it...
I need a butler....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I'm also very fussy about my tea, so that would be the clincher, although my preference is for builders' tea.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...