Compost

I’m embarrassed to admit it took us this long, but we finally got around to getting a compost bin.

“You can’t have a compost bin in the city!” my mom fretted. “The raccoons! The smell!”

I heeded her warnings for awhile, but then realized that since the county sells us compost bins at reduced prices, surely they know what they're doing. So I ordered one.



















Until a recent farmer's market-fueled cooking frenzy expanded its diet, the bin relied a heavily on two H family staples: lime wedges and coffee grounds.