My parents and I were discussing the fact that their local council doesn’t yet operate a separate food waste collection.
My mum said it wasn’t a huge deal for them because they didn’t have any food waste anyway.
I queried this; they must have food waste. She maintained that they didn’t.
I said I wondered if they ate eggshell sandwiches, or tea bag pie, or perhaps apple core crumble. She said she wondered if I was being sarcastic.
Of course, they didn’t eat those things, she said, but that wasn’t waste ‘because you couldn’t eat it anyway’. It became clear that the word ‘waste’ meant different things to each of us.
‘Our generation sees waste as something you scrape off your plate,’ Mum said. ‘So it’s the result of not planning properly and cooking too much or putting too much on your plate.’
My parents’ generation of ‘war babies’ equate the word waste with wastefulness.
Wasting food
This might go some way towards explaining the confusion that arose some years ago when research was being done to establish what residents’ attitudes would be if their local council offered voluntary food waste collections. Researchers found that many people said they wouldn’t use a food waste collection because they had no food waste. This didn’t stack up as it didn’t equate to the amount of food waste that the councils had to dispose of. Perhaps these respondents were people of my parents’ generation who thought that if they weren’t ‘wasting’ food they had no food waste.
After our discussion, Mum started thinking about everything she threw in the bin. She realised that she created large amounts of peelings because she makes fresh soup every day.
The next time I visited, she said that because they didn’t yet have any information about when their council would start food waste collections, it had been preying on her mind that every scrap in their bin went to landfill.
But they also felt ‘too old at our age’ (81 and 84) to start stirring compost.
Starting with the belief that you’re never too old to save the earth, I came up with a solution – Team Bokashi. It would work like this:
- A Maze Bokashi Bin would fit neatly on their worktop, or under the sink, and they could scrape all their food waste into it.
- By adding Bokashi spray or Bokashi bran to each input of food waste, natural beneficial microbes are introduced which accelerate the fermentation process. (Bokashi is Japanese for ‘fermented organic matter’).
- Because the waste ferments anaerobically (without air), there are no flies or smells.
- Once the bin is full, it is left sealed shut for two to three weeks while the contents are left to ferment. Then the contents would normally be added to a garden composter, where it acts as an accelerator, or buried in the garden to break down and become soil-building compost. But I don’t see my dad at 84 being keen to go round digging holes in his garden, so I said I would take the bin and add its contents to our own Green Johanna or Compost Tumbler and hand it back to them. Using two bins on rotation should do the job.
In a way, it’s our own version of what the ShareWaste app does – connecting people who would like to recycle their food scraps with other people who are already composting.
My dad came on board when I explained that the liquid you drain every few days from the tap at the bottom of the bin is a great organic drain cleaner that controls smells and prevents algae build-up. You can also dilute it for use as plant feed, but it looked like the plants would have to go hungry. My dad has always had a thing about blocked drains. I think it’s a man thing. Using the bokashi drain cleaner might save them a small fortune on whatever gunk he normally chucks down the plughole, and it wouldn’t be a bad thing for the water system too.
I gave them the Bokashi bin and left them to it. Would they become bokashi fans or might it be too much change too soon?
At first Mum argued that there was no space on the kitchen worktop (what with her soup maker, bread maker, food processor etc) for the bokashi bucket so it was given a home on the patio table outside. After a few weeks, however, she did rearrange her worktop space to accommodate the Bokashi bin and the sky didn’t fall in.
No blocked drains
Dad expressed disappointment that he wasn’t getting the promised Bokashi drain cleaner. I explained it was quite normal to go a week at first without liquid while the process got going. Then he forgot to check for a few days and ended up with half a jugful of the stuff. He was highly delighted. I could tell no drains were going to get the chance to get blocked around these parts.
My parents reported that after a few early instances of forgetting they had a new food waste bin, they quickly got the Bokashi habit. It was now unthinkable for them to throw food waste in the normal kitchen bin, as they had done for the past 80 years.
Bokashi convert
Mum is now a complete Bokashi convert. She says she feels ‘empowered’ by being useful.
‘We all have to do something about the climate crisis,’ she says, ‘and this isn’t a lot to ask, especially when you consider the upsides.’
All that remained was to take a photo using Mum as a model for this blog, showing ‘People in their eighties getting the Bokashi bug’.
But when I turned up to take her photo, Mum had just been out and was looking very elegantly groomed – and not a day over 60.
I was dismayed. ‘You’re going to ruin my photo, you don’t look old.’
‘Really?’ she said, delighted. ‘You’d better use your dad then.’
Julie
Dad does his bit – using a Bokashi bin