Both of my readers independently told me this week that they were going to stop reading my blog unless I met their demands. One was simple: add another blog post (check).
The other reader was more demanding.... he required a follow up to my break-out blog post and expose "Recycle This" that rocked the nation and created an internet storm. I almost retired from that one blog post, but in the end I decided a $10 bribe from my mom wasn't enough to stop blogging. Besides, I don't think she's good for the money.
He's proud of his composter. In a weird way. Then again, anyone who is proud of their composter has to have a mental defect. This probably explains a) why he reads my blog and b) he not only took pictures of his composter, but sent them to me.
Those who are squeamish seeing vegetables slowly degenerating into soil, avert your eyes now. Children under 10 should be asked to leave the room. For here, my reader(s), is the composter in all it's glory:
I still get shivers when I see the beautiful soil. Compost... it's not just for lunch anymore.
For those who are wondering how you too can get into some composting action, here's the make and model. I find it ironic that it uses electricity.
As an aside, I thought long and hard about doctoring the photos and to add a little poo... in the end I decided while my composting reader would get it, my other read might be grossed out.
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I ASKED you specifically not to mention POO!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'd "lost" the link to your blog, so I'm a little behind. What's the point of a tiny electric composting machine?!? And you aren't supposed to put dog and cat waste in the compost. They eat meat, which doesn't go in compost.
ReplyDeleteI think one of my two sisters missed the point of the post *cough* Jill *cough*.
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