I think I’ve come up with a new invention. I call it the Travel Composter. Not sure if it will take off or not–maybe needs a catchier title–but I think it’s a great idea nonetheless. It occurred to me over the past summer (past, as in, my kids went back to school today — yay!). Yes, well it occurred to me that everyone should have a Travel Composter. Easy, odorless, compact and storable (or packable) this item is a must for eco-minded people. Think of the guilt it would relieve!
And I am so all about relieving guilt. No room in my life for the emotion, at all. But this past summer, I felt it–to the core. Gut-wrenching, heart-aching guilt. Can you imagine? There I was, clearing the dinner dishes while on vacation and–as is my habit–automatically went for the kitchen composter to deposit my food scraps. Ouch. A kitchen composter that wasn’t there.
Well of course it wasnt. It was at home. I was on vacation. Staring at the plate of leftovers, my first instinct was to return them to nature. My gaze drifted outdoors. I’m in a rural setting. No one will notice. Maybe the wildlife will enjoy them.
On second thought, maybe not. If gone uneaten, they might cause an unsightly mess or worse–a stench. Then of course there’s my husband. If he saw me toss the scraps outdoors he would not be happy. Nor would he let me keep them until we returned home. Already tried that and it didn’t go over well.
Trust me. It’s never good when your husband spies you stashing away leftovers in a Ziploc bag. ”What do you think you’re doing with that?”
Wasn’t it obvious? “Um…taking the leftovers home for the compost pile?”
“No, you’re not.”
“What? Why not?”
“I’ll not have my car smell like garbage number one and number two, you’re not saving the planet by taking them home. They’re biodegradable.”
Hmph. Doesn’t he appreciate the fact that I’m environmentally conscious? That this will serve a higher and better purpose as organic fertilizer than it will as building supply for the local dump?
Not when it stinks up his car, he doesn’t. Though he does have a point. Is it worth ruining the interior of an automobile for items that will biodegrade anyway, no matter where you deposit them? But what about the bottles, jars and cans we had to throw away? The place where we stayed had no recycle bins, no options for guests to do the right thing.
I have to admit, I was bothered. It wasn’t right. It’s too easy to accommodate individuals such as myself. We only ask for a separate container. A bin, a bag, heck–I’ll drive my trash to the corner if you’ll point me in the right direction!
But alas, there was no such offer. Which is sad. While I don’t like anyone being forced to comply with recycle standards and practices (I’m a Libertarian at heart), I would like to see them offer the same. It would keep the skip in my step, the smile on my face, not to mention the guilt out of my heart.
On a brighter note, there are some companies out there doing the job I wish I could have done. One of the largest in the Southeast happens to be GreenCo. This company works the greater Atlanta area by taking food waste from not only restaurants and hotels, but grocery stores, colleges, hospitals–all sorts of places!–and hauls it to their area facilities. Once there, they turn it into organic fertilizer which they sell to retailers who in turn, sell to the public. Talk about full circle–the public who made the waste can then re-use the waste. Ingenious!
Isn’t it nice to know someone out there cares? Sure does relieve the guilt I feel about not doing so myself. Perhaps I should restrict my future travel in Atlanta to these green-minded organizations. At least I’ll feel like I’m giving back, literally.
How about you? Are you doing your part to recycle? Do you know of any companies who are? If so, let us hear about them!
p.s. Go ahead and feel free to take my idea for the Travel Composter, too. Really, I don’t mind a bit. Just get out there and make a difference (and earn a mint in the process! )