I’m eating pineapple. Yeah, it’s definitely not local, but sometimes you just need foreign fruit. I made myself ill eating peach crisp last week (in a good stuffed-like-its-Thanksgiving kind of way), and I spend the weekend slapping ginger-peach jam on slices of bread. I needed a local-fruit break. J Just a brief holiday, I swear.
So, I found a stick in the yard that the DH hadn’t got around to throwing out – yea! A new compost bin stirrer! J The compost badly needed to be stirred…and it badly needs more “browns”. It’s more than a little stinky – it’s gag-inducing bad right now. Unfortunatley a lot of our paper waste is colored, and we don’t get the newspaper. I’ll have to dig through the newspaper recycling bin at work for some black-and-white print…
