But everything I've read about growing big, healthy, amazing vegetables seems to suggest that the way to dinner plate sized tomatoes and green peppers as large as a baby's head is compost. As in rotted vegetation.
Like most children of former hippies and back-to-the-landers, I grew up with a composter in the backyard. It was a big, black heavy plastic monstrosity and we fed it our kitchen scraps as though sacrificing to some sort of pagan God.
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Now that our own garden is going to require the same delicious dirt I want to get started on my composter - but a big black plastic box is not in our budget. What to do, what to do?
I decided to try a 72 L heavy plastic storage tote. I had one where the nice snapping handles had snapped off, making the tote very much not handy for carrying around anything, but the tote itself still just fine. Reading up on the the composting world (there's a composting WORLD out there, my friends. People whose hobby it is to rot vegetables on their back porch. I will never feel weird again.) I figured out that the process I was going to use was called Cold Composting, that it would produce useable soil in 6-12 months (please let it be closer to 6), that I needed to turn the stuff over every week, keep it warm and moist but not wet, and alternate layers of kitchen scraps with 'brown matter', also known as leaves and shredded paper.
Well, I am up for the challenge. Behold our composter:


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