Over the weekend, I cooked some green beans and made short work of a bunch of parsley. The super-shiny little crock had not yet arrived, but it occurred to me that it might make sense to start saving some of the vegetable trimmings to throw in the compost pile we’re about to begin.
I thought about throwing everything in a plastic container, then decided that the plastic, sealable bag that had held the green beans would work perfectly as an interim compost pail. And, since I didn’t want to leave the bag out on the counter until the pail arrives, I stuck it in the freezer.
I warned Steve that the bag was there. All I was doing was trying to prevent a nasty defrosting incident, but Steve totally missed that point and went on to this:
“You’re freezing trash?” he asked.
“I’m not freezing trash,” I said. “I’m waiting for the compost pail to arrive. That is totally different.”
He was messing with one of his fish tanks while we had this discussion, including removing some live plants that he had determined were messing up the pH in the water. He mopped at his dripping arm with a paper towel, then started carrying the plant toward the trash can.
“Uh-uh,” I said. “That’s plant material. Put it in the freezer bag.”
“Unbelievable,” Steve replied, heading for the freezer. “UN-believable.”