Compost on the counter

Glorious compost

There it sits on my kitchen counter in all its nastiness- the compost bag. Triumphing over wastefulness in one corner of the world. Feeding the soil with nutrients. Festering in a ziplock bag. It was my housemate’s idea, an upgrade from the paper towel lined compost bowl (sealed with a lid and tucked safely beneath the sink). The bowl demonstrated the law of out-of-sight, out-of-mind. It sat undisturbed until one of my other housemates noted that the maggots had begun to writhe.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the environment. In fact, being a nature fanatic and a long-time resident of Earth, I think it’s a pretty big deal. I’m just not sure how huge of an impact this capsule of crud is making on the planet. It’s a lovely little thing, really. Its current contents include: pasta, celery, carrot shavings, pumkin pie, onion, two tangerines, lettuce, an unidentified brown liquid, and a noxious odor. I think maybe instead of dumping it in the garden we should move it from the counter to the table and use it as a centerpiece. Then everyone will have to acknowledge how green and eco-friendly we are.

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9 Responses to Compost on the counter

  1. mike says:

    haha, ‘being a long-time resident of the earth.’

    Don’t you need some form of heat for effective composting (radiant heat from the sun perhaps?). Although I could foresee you guys leaving it in front of the window and then the bag bursting… eww…

    Anyway, here’s something you guys need.

  2. Nicole says:

    I don’t know why it made me moderate your comment. I guess it detected the link as be something potentially questionable. When I allowed it, WordPress asked me if I was sure. Real scandalous!

  3. Nicole says:

    Also, it’s not meant to be composted in our kitchen. Natalie takes the bag to the garden across the street and dumps it on the compost pile, where I guess the heat of the sun and the decay of time do the work? I don’t really know.

  4. Dana says:

    Hey Nikki!
    Great writing. Don’t you just hate the noxious smells and the unidentified brown liquid…it is all too familiar in this eco- friendly country of NZ. I do have to warn you though, that it is not so wise to put cooked food into the compost because it tends to attract unwanted little mice and rats. At least that is what I have been told many times here. I know you love little creatures but you probably don’t want them rummaging through your house either. See you in a couple of weeks. Good luck with finals and end of semester fun stuff.

  5. Nicole says:

    Thanks for the warning. We keep the compost sealed up and then take it to a community garden across the street from us, so I don’t know if the creatures are an issue or not. Personally, I know very little about composting and just try to go along with what my housemate has suggested. She’s in a gardening class this semester, so I guess she knows what she’s doing. Can’t wait to see you when you get back from New Zealand and I get back to St. Charles.

  6. Amy says:

    Your housemates that came up with the nastiness might need to go. That is super-uber-disgusting! I would say that the exciting bag of nasty food needs to find its way out of the house. Try keeping it on the back stairs outside.

  7. Emily says:

    Yeah, compost! I saw it outside this morning–that seems like an invitation for it to get ripped open by stray cats and spilled all over our porch….

    I agree that this little bit is probably not making a big difference. But then, neither is the bag of stuff we recycle every week instead of throwing away. Or the lights we turn off, or the showers I don’t take (haha), or the reusable grocery bags we use.

    If everyone does a little bit (this is so cheesy and overdone, I know–but overdone generally doesn’t mean taken seriously), composts, saves, not just recycles, but reduces and reuses–seriously, for realsies, it can be a big difference.

    I don’t mind a smelly ziploc bag when Natalie forgets if it means we get to keep the polar bears. But maybe I’m a socialist like that.

  8. Nicole says:

    Haha. I don’t really mind usually, just sometimes. And speaking of getting ripped open, it looks like it kinda did this morning. Luckily it was just gnawed open by maybe a squirrel or something, though I didn’t have time to really check it out cuz I was already 2 minutes late for class.

  9. Mere says:

    Yay facebook archive for reminding me of this… I somehow completely forgot that we composted at the Circus, although I was just recently remembering the nasty bucket under Aaron’s sink.

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