Thanks for the record, Aurelia! I may stick with the restaurants within a block of my hotel tonight, given the weather, but will keep in mind for future trips.
'Beneath You'
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ugh, Maria, that sounds awful.
My kitchen scraps get divided up and fed to (in order of priority of "dibs" on the scraps) the cats, the dog, the rabbits, the worms, and the compost bin. Compost bin also gets rabbit manure, so those scraps get pretty efficiently used. Also yard clippings, although I am hit or miss with collecting those and things like thistles and blackberry vines go directly to Waste Management's green bin for pick up. I don't know if I have actually harvested composted dirt, yet. Raccoons or somebody likes to break into my compost bin through the bottom to look for food and spreads some in that corner of the yard for me, I guess - my weeds are particularly lush over there.
It's not quite optimized on brown-to-green composition and moisture
We're not super great on that either, but as long as there's enough of a balance to avoid it turning all slimy and mucky, we're happy. The weeds under our compost bin (it's a tumbler, which I originally spelled tumblr) are like bionic weeds.
Meet the Wikipedia editor who’s fixed “comprised of” usage errors around 47,000 times.
MY HERO.
So jealous of the compost tumbler!
Heh, if I do ever start a tumblr maybe I should make it a compost tumblr
I never heard of that guy before, but now I love him. You go, Giraffedata!
Teppy, tell your friend to cake the drip pans with baking soda then pour vinegar over them. Let soak a while. Scrub a layer off. Lather, rinse repeat. Unless one likes how Barkeeper's Friend feels on one's skin. Cuz it'll do the job, but it's not particularly friendly to my hands.
They are currently sitting in a paste of Barkeeper's Friend, but my friend may switch to baking soda and vinegar if she ever, ever finishes editing these goddamn articles.
All I can think here is "the enemy of my enemy is my friend and the friend of Teppy's friend is... a bar keeper."
I keep thinking I should compost, and then not doing it. Maybe someday!
Trudy! I had to check Google Maps last night to make sure you live south of Valhalla, NY.