
Thursday 11.30am: My week of… recycling
I’ve been eyeing the recycling bins at my son’s school with deep feelings of guilt for many weeks now. Recycling is something that I have been meaning to do for months, even years – but the dilemma has been the bins.
I’ve been trying to find white metal bins in various sizes to match the prized, oversized one in my kitchen (which I hunted for high and low and eventually found in Swellendam en route to a fishing expedition with my husband).
Well, what do you know? There we were, searching for soccer shin guards in a busy mall on Election Day, and as usual I couldn’t resist popping into Mr Price Home. I always seem to find a plate, glass or bowl there, and I did – pretty French bowls in teal blue. I can’t wait to fill them with helpings of my 12-hour spoon lamb.
As I passed the cupcake section, I spotted my target – an array of metal bins lined the floor, a wee bit smaller than my kitchen one but perfect. My husband (by now he was waiting in the car with very hungry kids) just smiled as I clattered to the car with three new bins.
One is already filled with glass, another with paper and the other with teabags, eggshells and watermelon rind, which will become a compost heap on our tiny city patio.
Our two-year-old thinks they’re perfect, too: just the right height to jump onto when he keeps me company while I’m making cakes – his favourite pastime at the moment.
Now I can’t wait to do my first recycling duty – while I try to stay focused on the cake sales at school.
Happy eating
Abigail
Eat Out Editor
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