The disposal in Sara’s house, the home I’m renting, is high quality and pretty much grinds up everything. So I pretty much throw everything I think is disposable down there, and haven’t had any problems with the mechanism locking up for the entire year I’ve lived here.
In my first Seattle building, a downtown condo, someone above me threw potting soil down hers, clogging the line for everyone who shared plumbing below. I don’t do that. But I did throw down watermelon rinds, and I must admit the churning was a bit noisy.
Matt and Ben were both here, as I was making the fruit salad for our Easter brunch. The leapt out of their chairs simultaneously and ran to shut off the disposal, asking if I didn’t hear that there was something wrong.
Honestly, not. I hadn’t thought the disposal needed to be coddled. But in the interests of assuming they know something I don’t, I’m glad to dump thick rinds in the food waste/composting bucket from now on. 🙂