Monday, 4 January 2010
My Compost Shame
Not being able to crack the secret of great compost may not seem such a dark and dirty secret but as someone who loves both cooking and gardening it has always seemed singularly shaming that at the place where those two worlds meet (the turning of kitchen scraps into rich, crumbling, soil-enriching humus) I should be such an abject failure. But no more, our new house has enough garden to house a modest compost bin. I have turned my back on the plastic Dalek like bins which seem to make a tower of woody waste. Instead, in the spirit of the allotment I am doing it on the cheap, by making a circular bin of chicken wire held up by posts of salvaged wood then lined with cardboard. It will be a small and hopefully not too smelly bin popped out of sight in a corner of our back garden. This may not seem much of a New Year's resolution but if I can produce something worth putting back into my garden I will finally feel less of a kitchen gardener imposter. With the help of a Christmas present (Joy Larkcom's classic "Grow Your Own Vegetables" which has a long and very clear compost chapter) I hope to wash away the year's of non-composting shame.