Mr B has a friend that is pretty knowledgeable about composting. This guy has invented a large-scale tumbling composter, and he’s found a freegan spool to make an even larger version of it for me.
I can’t reach all the way to the top. That’s how big this thing is!
Side note: this guy says we’re almost composting on an industrial scale, what with all that backdoor fruit my boss sends home with me. Whoa.
I got to pick his brain about composting. He says my compost heap stinks because it’s gone anaerobic. It’s gone anaerobic because I haven’t been putting enough brown in it. Brown is stuff like sawdust, wood chips, rotten sticks. He and Mr B had some cellulose left over from one of their product testing experiments, and Mr B and I tossed it into my compost heap. I’ve been instructed to keep my ratio of brown to green roughly equal.
This morning, I went out and added some newspaper and egg cartons, toilet paper and paper towel cores, and plain brown paper from deer feed bags to the old compost heap and started a new one with our household compost bucket contents and more of the paper products.
Sunday, when I go to work, I guess I’ll be doing my boss a favor by cleaning up all of the wood chips all and bits of bark around his firewood stacks so I can at least start trying to match the amount of backdoor fruits & vegetables I bring home.
So I decided to try learning to pickle some things. I started with pickled chard stems, which I have now tried two ways. Mr B like both of the formulas I tried, but he said that the second one was even better. Sunshine got to sample the second formula, and he liked it too. Sorry, I forgot to take pictures. Maybe next time, after we grow our fall chard.
The other thing I have tried pickling was turnips. Sunshine loves turnips; however, the turnips were going soft and rubbery before he could eat them all
side note: that’s what happens when you plant as many fucking turnips as Sunshine planted, but that’s a post for another day
so I decided to try a pickle turnip that Tia and I found on the internet.
side note: here’s the link in case you’re interested
Sunshine and Mr B tried them last night and said that they were really good.
I’m glad I’m finding ways to preserve foods that don’t require a freezer, because freezers are quite electricity intensive, especially here in Texas.
Yesterday, my neighbor came over and taught me to can jam. We made blackberry jam using some of the wild blackberries that I picked.
First we heated the jars and lids.
Then we started boiling the blackberries.
Then we added sugar and pectin.
Then we put the jam in jars.
This weird little tool is a lid lifter, to help me lift the lids out of the boiling water.
My first batch of jam, hiding in the cabinet that Biff so graciously allowed me to take over in his RV.
I’m making more today, because I need to get some fruit out of the freezer so that I can freeze some more vegetables. I’m starting to think I’m not going to get some proper lazy/rest time until after Christmas.