“Mom, the trash stinks! What did you put in it?!” This statement, although may sound like one of criticism, is actually one of acceptance. You see, my teen in her offhanded way told me that she has come to appreciate bokashi.
Since starting with bokashi in April, I’ve finally trained the family to put scraps in the bokashi bin, recyclables (glass and plastics) in the recycle container and paper/cardboard in the appropriate brown paper bag. By doing so, we have very little trash. Not only that, the little trash we do have doesn’t stink.
As with most teens, when faced with something unexpected, they take on that teen demeanor. When she told me the trash stinks, it was said with the “What the heck is going on?” type of intonation. She had become so accustomed to odorless trash that the odor upon opening the trash lid was unexpected.
Being the dutiful mother, I explained that I had tossed the waxed paper from the frozen salmon in the trash. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what happens to wax paper with raw salmon remnants on it. It wasn’t until she made her discovery that I realized I forgot to take the trash out after preparing the meal. So, she who complained the most got to take the trash out.
It’s amazing how bokashi has changed the dynamics in our household.