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we are composting!!!!

My dear husband spent a great part of father's day sunday trying to 'install' the compost bin. Of course, we could have just dumped it in any old corner, but he believes in doing things right. He leveled the ground and made a base for it. Once he installed the bin on top, he put a layer of dried leaves from corners of our backyard , and voila... we are composting.



Yesterday, when my dad came over he had a bag in his hand. They usually bring me something or other to eat and I always look forward to that. Imagine my surprise when I opened the bag and found his kitchen scraps in it, egg shells and all :)

We got the compost bin for free from the Bureau of Environmental Services. I am really excited about harvesting the rich compost next year.

Other than that, I harvested my first crop from my kitchen garden. Don't they look adorable?

I pan fried the eggplant and the pepper right away with some olive oil and lemon pepper. It tasted sooooo good. I kept repeating to my husband - have you ever had something to eat that was picked 5 minutes ago? I wish we could always eat like that. Well, I am looking forward to eating a lot more like this at least till fall.

Here is the picture of the bread that I made today - a white bread with raw organic sugar which gives it a light brown hue - tastes amazing toasted with butter.

Comments

ruchi said…
That bread looks awesome!
June 24, 2008 at 12:07 AM
Joanna said…
Well done!!! I can't tell from your photos (its the size of my screen not your photo quality) if that is concrete under your bin but at least some of your compost should rest on bare earth to let all the wormy critters in to work your food into lovely brown stuff! We made the mistake of putting a paving slab under ours in the name of 'looks much better this way' and ended up with mostly slime after a year. Took it away and our compost is lovely now.
Good luck!
June 24, 2008 at 6:01 AM
pink dogwood said…
thank Arduous :)

Joanna - yes we did put paving slabs to give it a neater look, but thanks for letting me know. It is early enough that we can easily remove them - I think - will have to find a volunteer (aka husband) to work through the rotting kitchen scraps :)
June 24, 2008 at 6:40 AM
Shelly said…
Lol. I was going to ask you to do the same thing Joanna did, let the compost rest on bare earth. It gives the worms more room! More worms = better compost, they will even stir the compost a bit for you. Glad to hear the whole family is involved, that is so cute that your dad brought over kitchen scraps. Happy composting!
July 3, 2008 at 8:52 PM
Divya and Chaya said…
Hi pinkwood-- sorry to have lost touch for the last few months-- boards, changing apts and a new job took all our time. It was very sweet of you to ask us to start blogging again-- we are so overwhelmed by your love that we are dedicating our next post to you(:-). Thank you very much for setting an example to everyone towards being responsible to our environment-- we promise you that we will be doing our bit too, if possible invest in a compost bin when we buy our house soon. We will link this post of yours to our blog with a hope that this thought will get across to more people. Have a great week!
July 6, 2008 at 4:51 PM
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