Cameron says...
Today we went to church, and all the ladies flipped over the new baby. They were also amazed that Emily would even come to church four days after having a baby, let alone stay for three hours. It’s days like today that remind me how much I have and remind me to be grateful for the richness in which I live. I take for granted that I can walk out of my front door every Sunday morning in a suit and not worry about getting killed because I profess to believe in Jesus Christ. I take for granted that I can always turn the key in my car and not worry about whether I am going to make it to church because of engine failure or lack of funds to buy fuel. I take for granted that I can drive on well-paved streets that are orderly and safe because of a well-trained, effective police force that silently, patiently watches over my town 24 hours a day. I take for granted that I can walk into a large, beautiful building built upon attractive, well-manicured grounds and participate in worship services freely and openly. I take for granted that I live in a time and place in which sanitation, hygiene, and health services are well-established and effective so that my children can grow up without sickness approaching death one or more times in their childhood. I take for granted that I have three large grocery stores and probably at least ten other stores that sell food, medicine, fuel, and supplies within a five-minute drive from my home. I take for granted that I can get on the internet and have the answer to any question I can possibly think of and many that I never would have thought of in just a few keystrokes—that I can communicate with my family 2500 miles away instantly and study about things that interest me. I take for granted hundreds of other blessings that I can’t even begin to count or understand every minute of every day.
If this sounds over the top to you, it is because you have chosen to remain isolated from the realities of life in the world outside your own town. People are outraged in America that they are possibly on the verge of becoming major stakeholders in a formerly privately owned corporation. How would we feel if our houses of worship were all state sponsored? How would we feel if our communications infrastructure were state-sponsored and censured? How would we feel if—God forbid—our 298 channels were taken away and all day every day our TV showed pictures of an insane dictator running around in a military uniform he didn’t earn? How would we feel if we grew up in a place where we felt we were unworthy to ask for a greater ration of water after having a baby? How do we look at far Eastern countries who have been so crippled by the artificial constructs of a socialist economy that they are now unable grasp the concept of freedom from government ownership? How would we feel if we didn’t have a public school system to complain about—one that produces high school graduates at dozens of times the rate achieved in third world countries? This is the reality of much of the world’s population. This is the mire in which our brothers and sisters live daily while we squander water, electricity, food, clothing, building materials, fuel, medicine, etc. at a rate that would boggle the minds of people who have never even seen more water than they could carry in a bucket.
I am grateful for all the little things in my life, because they are not little. The very poorest Americans are rich by world standards. I am grateful to live in America. I feel it my duty and my destiny to make America a better place—and make America make the world a better place—by not taking more than I need and passing on that which comes into my control to others who could benefit not by a hand out but by a hand up.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
In Lime We Trust
Cameron says...
Today I sprinkled my garden with lime. There are ants in my bed of greens, and I have no idea what they want there. There aren’t very many holes in the leaves for the number of ants that are marching on the bed, and I have cleared three caterpillars out of there since I planted, so I’m sure that the ants aren’t the ones going for the leaves. Hopefully that will repel them suckers long enough for me to get the garden soil nice and fertile so the ants won’t want to live there.
I cooked some of the millet I bought last night. I tried to boil it like oatmeal or cream of wheat, but millet is not a grain you can bully around with high temperatures and very little water. You have to coax it. So I reduced the heat to 2 out of 10 on the dial and let it simmer for about half an hour. It smells and tastes a lot like corn. In fact, if I didn’t know what it was I started with, I would have thought I was eating grits. The grains popped as they were cooking—not like popcorn—it was more of a rupture than a pop. I made amaranth as well. That was a pleasant tasting grain. It was chewy and had a woody taste. But when it cooled down to room temperature, it felt like rubbery sand in my mouth. I’ll still eat it.
I also shared some lentil sprouts with Corey. To my surprise, he really enjoyed them! He said, “I looOOOve them!”
Wow. A six-year-old with enough taste to recognize how delicious a simple sprouted legume can be. Corey has always been a good eater, his mom tells me. She is the picky eater in the family. While Corey and Emily both can’t even stand to look at cayenne pepper, Corey likes a lot of foods that Emily has rebuffed quite sternly. She said the millet I made today was gross. So it’s two against one, and I think she’ll end up eating sprouts some time down the road. Maybe she’ll like mung sprouts or sunflower greens or something else.
I ended up eating the raw lentil sprouts in handfuls until I got the idea to mix it in peanut butter to make “crunchy” peanut butter.
I am trying to find ways to make my family eat healthier without them having to realize it. While I can reduce my expectations that everything I eat be the sweetest, saltiest, most flavorful food I’ve ever eaten, I don’t expect my family to have the same attitude. Yet. I was really happy to find I could mix about two tablespoons of lentil sprouts into enough peanut butter to make a sandwich without it changing the taste. The texture was of course crunchier, but who doesn’t like crunchy peanut butter? And this crunchy peanut butter has the added benefit of not shredding the flesh on the roof of your mouth!
And, just for your viewing pleasure, here are some pictures of my new baby boy.
Today I sprinkled my garden with lime. There are ants in my bed of greens, and I have no idea what they want there. There aren’t very many holes in the leaves for the number of ants that are marching on the bed, and I have cleared three caterpillars out of there since I planted, so I’m sure that the ants aren’t the ones going for the leaves. Hopefully that will repel them suckers long enough for me to get the garden soil nice and fertile so the ants won’t want to live there.
I cooked some of the millet I bought last night. I tried to boil it like oatmeal or cream of wheat, but millet is not a grain you can bully around with high temperatures and very little water. You have to coax it. So I reduced the heat to 2 out of 10 on the dial and let it simmer for about half an hour. It smells and tastes a lot like corn. In fact, if I didn’t know what it was I started with, I would have thought I was eating grits. The grains popped as they were cooking—not like popcorn—it was more of a rupture than a pop. I made amaranth as well. That was a pleasant tasting grain. It was chewy and had a woody taste. But when it cooled down to room temperature, it felt like rubbery sand in my mouth. I’ll still eat it.
I also shared some lentil sprouts with Corey. To my surprise, he really enjoyed them! He said, “I looOOOve them!”
Wow. A six-year-old with enough taste to recognize how delicious a simple sprouted legume can be. Corey has always been a good eater, his mom tells me. She is the picky eater in the family. While Corey and Emily both can’t even stand to look at cayenne pepper, Corey likes a lot of foods that Emily has rebuffed quite sternly. She said the millet I made today was gross. So it’s two against one, and I think she’ll end up eating sprouts some time down the road. Maybe she’ll like mung sprouts or sunflower greens or something else.I ended up eating the raw lentil sprouts in handfuls until I got the idea to mix it in peanut butter to make “crunchy” peanut butter.
I am trying to find ways to make my family eat healthier without them having to realize it. While I can reduce my expectations that everything I eat be the sweetest, saltiest, most flavorful food I’ve ever eaten, I don’t expect my family to have the same attitude. Yet. I was really happy to find I could mix about two tablespoons of lentil sprouts into enough peanut butter to make a sandwich without it changing the taste. The texture was of course crunchier, but who doesn’t like crunchy peanut butter? And this crunchy peanut butter has the added benefit of not shredding the flesh on the roof of your mouth!
And, just for your viewing pleasure, here are some pictures of my new baby boy.
We Don't Doo It That Way--We're Americans
Cameron says...
San Diego County—the county in which I live—is now in mandatory water conservation mode. The usual rules of allowing lawn watering only three days a week between 6 pm and 10 am and using buckets to wash cars and all that jazz are in effect. I think if the county really wanted to be fair and consistent, it should only place restrictions on the number of units of water consumed after taking into effect the property’s lot size and number of bedrooms. People like me who take a Navy shower two to five times a week and recycle graywater from the washing machine to irrigate my lawn and garden are already using far less water than the guy who is “being really conscientious” and watering his lawn only twice a week but still takes 20-minute showers and leaves the water running while he shaves, brushes his teeth, and does the dishes. I’m just glad I don’t care to have a Petco Park lawn. I just need cut grass for compost, and three days a week is fine for that.
I got mad at my son Corey today and made him bathe out of a bucket in the shower. We have instituted the Navy shower rule to conserve water before the city ever told us to do so, and Corey just doesn’t seem to get it. I mean, how could it take two whole minutes just to wet down your body and the rag? So after fighting this battle with him since I’ve known him, I decided he gets a bucket and a fill line and a rinse cup and ten minutes. It’s always been a battle to get him in and out of the shower in a timely manner on school nights when both parents work, but more recently I have taken more of a water conservation approach. Hence the Navy shower rule, and hence my displeasure at a child just standing around doing nothing in the shower for two minutes and not even getting his hair wet. I have some friends who live just a few minutes north of the Arizona border in the red rocky desert, where all of the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote cartoons were filmed. The last time I visited there, I witnessed one member of the family take a 45-minute shower. After asking the head of the household why he allowed this person to take such long showers, he replied that he’s been trying to get him to take shorter showers for years and has given up. While I am very fond of the people in this story, I’m very frustrated to see this attitude in every day American life. This is exactly the kind of situation I want to avoid Corey getting into when he becomes a teenager. I don’t want to pay for water, water heat, and lost family time as my kids take 45-minute showers. Bathing is just not a recreational activity. In my house, 60 seconds in the shower means 2.5 gallons of water. A 45-minute shower would use 112 gallons of water. One 112-gallon shower per day for a month would be 3375 gallons of water. That’s 40,500 gallons of water for ONE person for a year. While the monetary cost of that water is not terribly high, (In my city, the water only for a daily 45-minute shower would cost $10.55 a month.) this behavior is a terrible waste of natural resources and an arrogant affront to those citizens of the world who drink, bathe in, and irrigate their crops with water downstream of a dairy farm or chemical plant. I watched in Iraq as a contractor came on base with the “SST”—as it was so affectionately named—and Sucked all the S out of the dozens of portable toilets all over the base, then proceeded directly to the bank of the Euphrates river and pumped all the S into the river. Part of me wonders why the government couldn’t see that we should have just installed the toilets directly on the river instead of paying someone to drive their big T on base to move S from one undesirable location to another. But that’s another story. The point is that the water situation all over the world is horrendous. But instead of using only what we need and helping our fellow man, we consider what a higher standard of living we could be enjoying. We consider how more materials surrounding us mean more comfort or more success. Perhaps we are so deluded as to believe that money equals materials equals success equals happiness.
In 2007 the population of the city of San Diego was 1,266,731 people. Assuming that the average toilet uses 1.6 gallons per flush, and assuming that each resident of the city flushed only once per day, the average daily water use for sewage alone would be 2,026,769.6 gallons. That’s 60.8 million gallons per month, or over 729.6 million gallons per year. So San Diegans, all of whom are using ultra low-flow toilets and only use the toilet once per day, are using enough water to fill the 6.75-million-gallon Lincoln Memorial 108 times every year.
San Diego is the 8th largest city in the United States. Imagine if eight cities the size of San Diego adopted the practice of composting humanure. We could all stop flushing our toilets, and the resulting 5.8 billion gallons (using a more realistic estimate of two gallons per flush and two flushes per day, the number jumps to a staggering 14.8 billion gallons or 2191 Reflection Ponds—that much water could fill an area the length and width of 4.18 football fields and the height of a 126-story building.) of water could go to the war-torn villages in Africa where women risk getting raped or shot on the 2-mile walk to the well every day. We could start fish hatcheries. I’ve been to the Reflecting Pond at the Lincoln Memorial, and I’ve seen some prize-winning goldfish swimming around in there. We could help people become agriculturally strong in order to gain survival independence from warlords, drug dealers, and terrorists. We could use that water to teach a lot of people to fish, make some good friends, and make this world a better place to live. We could also use the resulting compost from the 9.6 million people who participate in this plan to fertilize our growing fields rather than using chemical fertilizers and insecticides.
On the other hand—flushing my toilet is kinda nice.
San Diego County—the county in which I live—is now in mandatory water conservation mode. The usual rules of allowing lawn watering only three days a week between 6 pm and 10 am and using buckets to wash cars and all that jazz are in effect. I think if the county really wanted to be fair and consistent, it should only place restrictions on the number of units of water consumed after taking into effect the property’s lot size and number of bedrooms. People like me who take a Navy shower two to five times a week and recycle graywater from the washing machine to irrigate my lawn and garden are already using far less water than the guy who is “being really conscientious” and watering his lawn only twice a week but still takes 20-minute showers and leaves the water running while he shaves, brushes his teeth, and does the dishes. I’m just glad I don’t care to have a Petco Park lawn. I just need cut grass for compost, and three days a week is fine for that.
I got mad at my son Corey today and made him bathe out of a bucket in the shower. We have instituted the Navy shower rule to conserve water before the city ever told us to do so, and Corey just doesn’t seem to get it. I mean, how could it take two whole minutes just to wet down your body and the rag? So after fighting this battle with him since I’ve known him, I decided he gets a bucket and a fill line and a rinse cup and ten minutes. It’s always been a battle to get him in and out of the shower in a timely manner on school nights when both parents work, but more recently I have taken more of a water conservation approach. Hence the Navy shower rule, and hence my displeasure at a child just standing around doing nothing in the shower for two minutes and not even getting his hair wet. I have some friends who live just a few minutes north of the Arizona border in the red rocky desert, where all of the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote cartoons were filmed. The last time I visited there, I witnessed one member of the family take a 45-minute shower. After asking the head of the household why he allowed this person to take such long showers, he replied that he’s been trying to get him to take shorter showers for years and has given up. While I am very fond of the people in this story, I’m very frustrated to see this attitude in every day American life. This is exactly the kind of situation I want to avoid Corey getting into when he becomes a teenager. I don’t want to pay for water, water heat, and lost family time as my kids take 45-minute showers. Bathing is just not a recreational activity. In my house, 60 seconds in the shower means 2.5 gallons of water. A 45-minute shower would use 112 gallons of water. One 112-gallon shower per day for a month would be 3375 gallons of water. That’s 40,500 gallons of water for ONE person for a year. While the monetary cost of that water is not terribly high, (In my city, the water only for a daily 45-minute shower would cost $10.55 a month.) this behavior is a terrible waste of natural resources and an arrogant affront to those citizens of the world who drink, bathe in, and irrigate their crops with water downstream of a dairy farm or chemical plant. I watched in Iraq as a contractor came on base with the “SST”—as it was so affectionately named—and Sucked all the S out of the dozens of portable toilets all over the base, then proceeded directly to the bank of the Euphrates river and pumped all the S into the river. Part of me wonders why the government couldn’t see that we should have just installed the toilets directly on the river instead of paying someone to drive their big T on base to move S from one undesirable location to another. But that’s another story. The point is that the water situation all over the world is horrendous. But instead of using only what we need and helping our fellow man, we consider what a higher standard of living we could be enjoying. We consider how more materials surrounding us mean more comfort or more success. Perhaps we are so deluded as to believe that money equals materials equals success equals happiness.
In 2007 the population of the city of San Diego was 1,266,731 people. Assuming that the average toilet uses 1.6 gallons per flush, and assuming that each resident of the city flushed only once per day, the average daily water use for sewage alone would be 2,026,769.6 gallons. That’s 60.8 million gallons per month, or over 729.6 million gallons per year. So San Diegans, all of whom are using ultra low-flow toilets and only use the toilet once per day, are using enough water to fill the 6.75-million-gallon Lincoln Memorial 108 times every year.
San Diego is the 8th largest city in the United States. Imagine if eight cities the size of San Diego adopted the practice of composting humanure. We could all stop flushing our toilets, and the resulting 5.8 billion gallons (using a more realistic estimate of two gallons per flush and two flushes per day, the number jumps to a staggering 14.8 billion gallons or 2191 Reflection Ponds—that much water could fill an area the length and width of 4.18 football fields and the height of a 126-story building.) of water could go to the war-torn villages in Africa where women risk getting raped or shot on the 2-mile walk to the well every day. We could start fish hatcheries. I’ve been to the Reflecting Pond at the Lincoln Memorial, and I’ve seen some prize-winning goldfish swimming around in there. We could help people become agriculturally strong in order to gain survival independence from warlords, drug dealers, and terrorists. We could use that water to teach a lot of people to fish, make some good friends, and make this world a better place to live. We could also use the resulting compost from the 9.6 million people who participate in this plan to fertilize our growing fields rather than using chemical fertilizers and insecticides.
On the other hand—flushing my toilet is kinda nice.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Culinary Exploits
Cameron says...
Not much of a red-letter day today. I made whipped cream with heavy whipping cream and raw sugar, then again with cream and brown sugar. The raw sugar made the finished product taste closest to the whipped cream (non-dairy whipped topping) I have always eaten, but the brown sugar gave it a very attention-getting, very heavy taste. It was good--maybe an acquired taste--but I think I'll stick with non-brown-sugar whipped cream. Both versions taste way better than anything I’ve ever eaten out of a tub or a can.
I made horchata. I used basmati rice. It turned out better than any horchata I’ve made so far, but it tasted exactly like rice pudding. So...maybe less sugar or less cream or both. I’ll have to experiment.
I bought some millet and amaranth. I’m going to finally taste these two little rascally grains and see what comes to mind in terms of experiments. I’ll probably sprout some of both as well.
I read an article in the Feb/March edition of Mother Earth News magazine today about a man and his three grown children who grow over 3 tons of vegetable produce annually on a tenth of an acre. Needless to say, my homesteading dreams seem closer than I thought possible before. I do have a slightly different situation, however, in that I have small children who need a yard, and I have two dogs, and I am not exactly sure how long I will be staying on this piece of property.
I just watched the movie Valkyrie. It was really good. Very intense. It is “based on true events” about the 15th and final plot by Germans to assassinate Adolf Hitler. I always want to know just which parts of a movie like that are the true events and which ones portrayed have arisen out of the judicious usage of poetic license. Either way, this movie has reminded me of the need to study history outside of state-sponsored institutions.
Not much of a red-letter day today. I made whipped cream with heavy whipping cream and raw sugar, then again with cream and brown sugar. The raw sugar made the finished product taste closest to the whipped cream (non-dairy whipped topping) I have always eaten, but the brown sugar gave it a very attention-getting, very heavy taste. It was good--maybe an acquired taste--but I think I'll stick with non-brown-sugar whipped cream. Both versions taste way better than anything I’ve ever eaten out of a tub or a can.
I made horchata. I used basmati rice. It turned out better than any horchata I’ve made so far, but it tasted exactly like rice pudding. So...maybe less sugar or less cream or both. I’ll have to experiment.
I bought some millet and amaranth. I’m going to finally taste these two little rascally grains and see what comes to mind in terms of experiments. I’ll probably sprout some of both as well.
I read an article in the Feb/March edition of Mother Earth News magazine today about a man and his three grown children who grow over 3 tons of vegetable produce annually on a tenth of an acre. Needless to say, my homesteading dreams seem closer than I thought possible before. I do have a slightly different situation, however, in that I have small children who need a yard, and I have two dogs, and I am not exactly sure how long I will be staying on this piece of property.
I just watched the movie Valkyrie. It was really good. Very intense. It is “based on true events” about the 15th and final plot by Germans to assassinate Adolf Hitler. I always want to know just which parts of a movie like that are the true events and which ones portrayed have arisen out of the judicious usage of poetic license. Either way, this movie has reminded me of the need to study history outside of state-sponsored institutions.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Bread Again
Cameron says...
I made the Zarathustra Bread again today. This time it turned out much better. I let the wheat sprout longer before grinding it. I don't know if that made a difference or not. I also added more oil to the pan to prevent sticking, but it still stuck a little. It made the bread taste like oil, too. So to avoid this problem in the future, I bought a baking stone. I so excite! I have been wanting one of these for a long time for general baking purposes, and this seemed like the perfect excuse to take the plunge! Last, but not least, I used a rolling pin to smooth out the surface of the bread and even out the thickness. This was more of a cosmetic concern than a taste or nutrition concern, but food is always to be presented well. Nobody wants to eat baked cat puke.
I made the Zarathustra Bread again today. This time it turned out much better. I let the wheat sprout longer before grinding it. I don't know if that made a difference or not. I also added more oil to the pan to prevent sticking, but it still stuck a little. It made the bread taste like oil, too. So to avoid this problem in the future, I bought a baking stone. I so excite! I have been wanting one of these for a long time for general baking purposes, and this seemed like the perfect excuse to take the plunge! Last, but not least, I used a rolling pin to smooth out the surface of the bread and even out the thickness. This was more of a cosmetic concern than a taste or nutrition concern, but food is always to be presented well. Nobody wants to eat baked cat puke.
Joy and Rejoicing In My Posterity
Cameron says...
I have a son! His name is Benjamin Thomas Smith. He was born at 1:01 PDT on May 27, 2009. He was 7.5 lbs and 19" long. He's cute as a button. I think we'll call him Squeaky, because his version of crying is letting out a little yelp once in a while and then going right back to sleep. When I was a kid, we had a cat named Squeaky who would give a frail little sigh once in a while for seemingly no reason, and that's what Ben does. He's already a funny little guy just like his daddy.
Pictures tomorrow.
I have a son! His name is Benjamin Thomas Smith. He was born at 1:01 PDT on May 27, 2009. He was 7.5 lbs and 19" long. He's cute as a button. I think we'll call him Squeaky, because his version of crying is letting out a little yelp once in a while and then going right back to sleep. When I was a kid, we had a cat named Squeaky who would give a frail little sigh once in a while for seemingly no reason, and that's what Ben does. He's already a funny little guy just like his daddy.
Pictures tomorrow.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Foodday's Bounty and Scavenging
Cameron says...
Yesterday I made some Zarathustra bread. In my reading, I have also seen it called Essene Flat Bread. It is simply sprouted wheat berries ground into dough and baked. It turned out very tasty, except that I need to use more oil or use a non-stick pan. A baking stone would be best.
I put some home made cheese on my homemade flat bread. The cheese I am referring to is the cheese I began two nights ago. It turned out well. The taste is very low-key. It’s not bland, but it could definitely use some herbs to get the party started.
Speaking of sprouting, I am reading a lot about it, and I am very excited to get sprouting as soon as I can—especially sunflower greens. Sunflower greens are the leaves and stems of the sprouted baby sunflower seed before it grows into a manly sunflower flower. I have read that they contain more whole protein than the body can assimilate. Whether that is whole protein or not I know not.
But I do know that raw milk costs $16 per gallon. I thought less processed food was supposed to cost less! At those prices, it would definitely be worth it to have a goat or a cow.
Tonight I went scavaging. It is the night before the garbage truck comes, and when the garbage truck comes, he brings his little friend, the green waste truck. Just look at my beautiful pile!
Now, I know I must be addicted to gardening because I have resorted to prowling about after dark with the intent to take other people’s waste products without them knowing it. But hey, if those people wanted their grass clippings and palm frond trimmings, they wouldn’t have put them in cans on the curb, right? And the garbage company sure doesn’t need it. They’d love to not have to do their job but still get paid, right? I mean, I didn’t sign a contract with the trash company stating that they could take my green waste and use it to make a profit somewhere else, so nobody else probably did either, right? So I’m not really stealing from anyone. Besides, I’m more than willing to share the beautiful bounty my garden is going to produce with all the compost I’m going to make out of my harvested green waste. So not only am I completing the nutrient cycle by returning what came from the ground back to the ground, I am completing the cycle of good will by returning stolen grass clippings to other people in the form of produce.
Right?
Yesterday I made some Zarathustra bread. In my reading, I have also seen it called Essene Flat Bread. It is simply sprouted wheat berries ground into dough and baked. It turned out very tasty, except that I need to use more oil or use a non-stick pan. A baking stone would be best.
I put some home made cheese on my homemade flat bread. The cheese I am referring to is the cheese I began two nights ago. It turned out well. The taste is very low-key. It’s not bland, but it could definitely use some herbs to get the party started.
Speaking of sprouting, I am reading a lot about it, and I am very excited to get sprouting as soon as I can—especially sunflower greens. Sunflower greens are the leaves and stems of the sprouted baby sunflower seed before it grows into a manly sunflower flower. I have read that they contain more whole protein than the body can assimilate. Whether that is whole protein or not I know not.
But I do know that raw milk costs $16 per gallon. I thought less processed food was supposed to cost less! At those prices, it would definitely be worth it to have a goat or a cow.
Tonight I went scavaging. It is the night before the garbage truck comes, and when the garbage truck comes, he brings his little friend, the green waste truck. Just look at my beautiful pile!
Now, I know I must be addicted to gardening because I have resorted to prowling about after dark with the intent to take other people’s waste products without them knowing it. But hey, if those people wanted their grass clippings and palm frond trimmings, they wouldn’t have put them in cans on the curb, right? And the garbage company sure doesn’t need it. They’d love to not have to do their job but still get paid, right? I mean, I didn’t sign a contract with the trash company stating that they could take my green waste and use it to make a profit somewhere else, so nobody else probably did either, right? So I’m not really stealing from anyone. Besides, I’m more than willing to share the beautiful bounty my garden is going to produce with all the compost I’m going to make out of my harvested green waste. So not only am I completing the nutrient cycle by returning what came from the ground back to the ground, I am completing the cycle of good will by returning stolen grass clippings to other people in the form of produce.
Right?
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