Is it good to put egg shells into the garbarge disposal?

For us, the answer is part habit, part convenience, part long times between trash loads leaving the house, and part power-tool joy.

Habit and convenience: it’s easier to just peel a carrot into the sink – those peels fly all over the place. Likewise, it’s easier to cut juicy stuff like tomatoes up with the cutting board jutting out over the sink, and when finished, to just tip the board in and rinse it off. If it’s not winter, we try to save stuff for compost; however, as we are lazy housekeepers, sometimes the in-kitchen compost container gets stinky and someone will dump & grind.

Trash latency: We don’t have garbage trucks in our town. We have to haul everything to the “transfer station” (dump and recycling collection) ourselves. We don’t generate much trash volume; it takes at least a month, sometimes two or three, to generate a mini-pickup-truck load. (Meanwhile bags of trash and recycling wait patiently in one of our three sheds.) So we try not to put anything stinky in the trash at all – we rinse out unrecyclable dairy containers, for instance. It helps that we rarely cook with meat.

Power-tool joy: like the Brit in the linked article, we find it really fun to run stuff through the disposal. GRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRGRG!

In some other places, in Seattle for instance, you’re admonished by the city not to put that stuff in your trash. Of course you’re *supposed *to put it in the yard waste & compost container for curbside pickup.

For us it’s habit plus stanky factor in the garbage. I’m considering getting one of those countertop compost holder things to make it easier to save that kind of stuff for the compost pile.

What’s a countertop compost holder? Never heard of that before (I use an old plastic container which I dump daily - when it gets too beat up/nasty I toss it and start with another banged-up container)

This is what I had in mind. I’m sure there are others out there but I love Gardeners Supply. Bonus because they’re a lot more attractive than the beat up plastic pot my mom had on the counter.

Oh, and those little plastic gizmos with the steel prongs that you stick in the ends of a cob of corn? Disposals don’t like them, either.

What? Of couse it was an accident! My apartment manager got it out and could not guess at what it was; just some mangled yellow plastic thingy with bent to hell steel prongs sticking out of it. When I explained what it was she gave me a very suspicious look.