Oh the joy and pain of editing, paring down, separating the wheat from the lovely chaff. It's like sorting through your children's baby pictures. Each is precious!
We have the same affection for our worm bin. My favorite discovery years back was that when I erred on eating cantaloupe in time, and had to send a very large section to the worms, I was gifted the most gorgeous mesh that comprises that layer on the cantaloupe! I never figured a good use for it, but I had hoped to put into a collage!
Fast forward, and I’m chair of a public agency that processes sewage from several cities; and we worked with the more or less coterminous private waste (aka garbage and recycling) hauling and disposal company where they collected the PRE-consumer food waste from restaurants and other institutions and did the quick scan on the conveyor belt (for nitrile gloves, the errant kitchen tool) and then it was pumped into a device like a humungous blender, pumped into a tank truck (smelling oh so divine) and brought to our plant. Presto, bingo, our giant “Jiffy Pop” like domes over huge tanks produced energy to power our plant and sell back to the grid. Such sweet success. And to think some of my predecessors on the board fought tooth and nail to prevent this from happening!!!
Oh the joy and pain of editing, paring down, separating the wheat from the lovely chaff. It's like sorting through your children's baby pictures. Each is precious!
So true! It’s painful and beautiful…and these are just my digital images…the boxes of old family prints still need attention…
I absolutely love everything about that compost cake!
Isn’t it just amazing? It was such a fun party.
We have the same affection for our worm bin. My favorite discovery years back was that when I erred on eating cantaloupe in time, and had to send a very large section to the worms, I was gifted the most gorgeous mesh that comprises that layer on the cantaloupe! I never figured a good use for it, but I had hoped to put into a collage!
Fast forward, and I’m chair of a public agency that processes sewage from several cities; and we worked with the more or less coterminous private waste (aka garbage and recycling) hauling and disposal company where they collected the PRE-consumer food waste from restaurants and other institutions and did the quick scan on the conveyor belt (for nitrile gloves, the errant kitchen tool) and then it was pumped into a device like a humungous blender, pumped into a tank truck (smelling oh so divine) and brought to our plant. Presto, bingo, our giant “Jiffy Pop” like domes over huge tanks produced energy to power our plant and sell back to the grid. Such sweet success. And to think some of my predecessors on the board fought tooth and nail to prevent this from happening!!!
Wow!! What a glorious system. Congratulations!
So love the compost cake!