Live in San Francisco? Don’t put your compostables in your green bin? You should. Don’t have a green bin? Ask and it shall be delivered!
More information on San Francisco’s composting program.
And look! what happens to all those kitchen bits and garden bits and bones and wood and stuff. COMPOST! That’s right, and once a year you can stop on by and get some for free. (Even if you don’t recycle your compostables. …)
Compost program comes full circle Saturday
You’re allowed up to two 5-gallon buckets’ full.
Saturday 9 Jun 2007 8 a.m. to noon
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– City Dump (S.F. Recycling and Disposal) at 401 Tunnel Ave. (Take your hazardous waste down while you’re at it.)
– John McLaren Park, at the parking lot of the Jerry Garcia Amphitheater, at John F. Shelley Drive and Mansell Street.
– West Sunset Playground, at Quintara Street and 40th Avenue
– Herbst Road (runs along the east side of the zoo) and Zoo Road.
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The raw materials, about 300 tons a day from San Francisco and Oakland, arrive at the plant near Vacaville in large trucks. (San Francisco’s 2,100 restaurants contribute a large part of the San Francisco materials, including everything from broccoli to fish bones, and their compostable paper waste as well.)
300 tons A DAY! How cool is that?
Reed encourages us all to use our green bins for yard trimmings or food scraps we don’t compost ourselves. You can purchase special biodegradable plastic bags to hold food scraps, but Reed says he’d just as soon you put them in paper bags, milk cartons or other food boxes. Fold over the tops.
Except that that’s something we can’t do because compostables are soggy and the bottom would fall out of any paper bag before we got it down the steps to the nearest green bin. (That bin actually “belongs,” I think, to the publishing house at the bottom of the steps, but they don’t seem to mind and always have room to spare.)
How about the City making it easier for folks like us to do this green bin thing? They want higher participation, but ’tain’t easy for some of us.
Here’s our current operation.
- Large glass measuring bowl with handle on kitchen counter. Stuff goes in that.
- After meals, dump stuff from measuring bowl into menudo pot lined with plastic grocery bag. Pot is stashed on the floor at far end of kitchen (not that we have far to go) next to the other recyclables &c. Put lid back on pot to minimize funky smells.
- When menudo pot gets a certain amount of compostables in it or gets too funky, put grocery bag into even bigger (and more leak-proof) shopping bag (a bright garish giveaway bag from Pier 39) and schlep it down the steps to the green bin along with the yard clipping bits (this time of year mostly consisting of dropped unripened figs that scatter across the walking path and snaky vines trimmed back from the fire escape) that we’ve stashed in the garish bag.
- Empty grocery bag in green bin. Empty yard clippings from garish bag. Roll up grocery bag and put in garish bag.
- Hike back up steps.
Rinse. Repeat.
Where do our other recyclables go? The garbage collectors come down the steps and pick up the garbage here twice a week (bless them…), but they don’t deal with recyclables.
Twice a week, we haul the recyclables up to the blue recycle bin located where the steps meet Montgomery. We share that bin with neighbors and the closer it is to pickup day, the fuller the bin is — sometimes too full and then we have to take our recyclables back home and haul them up again after the bin is emptied.
Why don’t we put a green bin up there, you ask? Why? Because “there might be some pushback” as a neighbor nearby who shares the blue bin said.
The folks living on Montgomery are cranky enough about the blue recycle bin. No kumbayah moments here: One set of neighbors moves the bin away from their side of the steps because they don’t like the noise of people putting stuff in the bin and they don’t like the noise of it being picked up. Over to the other side! and let those folks deal with the noise. The neighbors on the other side move the bin back. Sometimes it winds up on the flat area halfway up to Montgomery.
Can’t we all just get along? (and recycle? and all that good-for-all-of-us stuff?)
