Two days ago we finally acquired the one contraption I really don't think we should have been living without: our very own composter. As soon as I learned about the surprising negative impacts of throwing your waste in the garbage (and therefore into a nearby landfill), I started trying to find a way that we could compost.
The first solution I found, because we live in an apartment, was a composter called the NatureMill Composter, designed to be kept indoors. It plugs in and uses heat and a rotating mixer arm, to cause contents to break down faster than in a typical composter, usually in about two weeks. Unfortunately, I did a little too much research. After I had talked myself into it and started telling people about it, and was making plans to get it, I contacted a fellow blogger that had mentioned he had one, and asked him if he would purchase his composter again. He said it had broken down twice I believe in a year and that he would not. So there went that idea. It's too bad, it was a nice looking little box. I still worry that maybe I jumped the gun and changed my mind too fast, and that maybe the other blogger was just really hard on his and mine would have been alright, but I don't think there's much chance of that, Tim and I go through a lot of produce, so we would probably be even harder on ours.
So then I tried to find local composters and was pleasantly surprised to find that the North Shore Recycling Program sells composters to residents at cost, which is $45 including tax. They also have composting workshops for those not well-versed in the ways of composting.