Usually, I use them in the cooking, but I’ve lately discovered that eggs and bananas may also be very useful in the garden.
It may sound unusual because these are food products, not gardening supplies. They are supposed to be consumed.
But in actuality, eggs and bananas can both do amazing things for plants, and using them doesn’t need you to be an expert gardener with a green thumb.
Many people believe that gardening is a labor-intensive hobby that needs a lot of knowledge. It’s important to understand the individual requirements of each plant to ensure its growth and health, such as the quantity of water or sunlight it needs.
Because I don’t think gardening is my strong suit, I’ve been looking for easy tips that will aid me along the path.
And one of those ploys is this. All you need is a pot, a few eggs, and a bunch of bananas, but it gets millions of views on YouTube.
What therefore makes this gardening tip so well-liked?
As you can imagine, the secret is to produce plants and seedlings as effectively as possible, which is why using eggs and bananas together can be really beneficial.
Eggshells are an affordable substitute for fertilizers. Therefore, you can take advantage of eggshells’ powerful qualities instead of spending a fortune on expensive fertilizers. Rich in calcium and other minerals, eggshells are ideal for plant growing.
But it’s reported that utilizing an entire egg produces even better results. Different chemicals are released during the egg’s decomposition, which keeps the soil from rotting the roots.
Bananas, on the other hand, are packed with nutrients that decompose and release. Particularly banana peels are high in potassium, which is one of the most important nutrients for plants.
So, by burying these food items in the soil alongside your plant, you can make an efficient (and inexpensive!) natural fertilizer.
What you should do is as follows:
Take a pot and add roughly two inches of dirt to it. Put a banana and a raw egg in the middle of the pot, then top it off with more dirt.
After that, put the plant you want in the pot.
The nutrients in the egg and banana will slowly seep into the soil as they break down, giving the plant the nutrition it needs to flourish.
The fact that you can use stale eggs and bananas that would otherwise be thrown away makes this approach even better. Rather of just discarding them, you give them a new purpose—to support the growth and well-being of your plants!
You can see how to produce tomatoes by using eggs and bananas as fertilizers in the video below (or here). Excellent, in my opinion!
I will absolutely give this trick a try. I’m all for natural ways, so using eggs and bananas instead of fertilizers is a huge advantage for me! Not to mention the significant savings that this hack leaves you with due to its cost-effectiveness.
Please feel free to forward this to anyone you know who might find it useful. It’s ideal right now because spring has finally arrived!
My MIL Came to My Work Demanding I Pay for Expensive Caviar, the Lesson I Taught Her Had Everyone Applauding
The faint store music couldn’t drown out the sound of her heels clicking on the polished floor as she made her grand entrance. Denise had that air of superiority, as if everyone should pause and admire her presence. And to be honest, she expected just that.
Dressed in a tailored designer coat, oversized sunglasses (despite being indoors), and a diamond necklace that probably cost more than my annual salary, she exuded the “look-at-me” vibe she always carried.
When she headed straight for my register, I felt my stomach flip. What on earth was she doing here? Denise had never come to my job before, and I sincerely wished it could have stayed that way forever. Her disapproving looks and passive-aggressive comments had always made me feel two inches tall, constantly reminding me I wasn’t “good enough” for her beloved son, Jack.
We’ve been married for five years, but my MIL never stopped finding ways to remind me of my supposed shortcomings. Jack, trying to avoid conflict, always took the easy way out, saying, “That’s just how Mom is.” His unwillingness to stand up for me drove me crazy, but I loved him and hoped Denise would eventually get tired of her antics. For years, I bit my tongue and let her behavior slide. But not anymore. Yesterday was the last straw.
Denise stopped in front of my register, her fake smile sending chills down my spine. In her arms were two cans of caviar—the finest, most expensive variety, each costing more than a month’s rent.
“Sweetheart,” she cooed in her signature tone that masked her condescension, placing the tins on the counter with a soft thud. She glanced around, probably ensuring she had an audience before continuing. “I need you to take care of this.”
I blinked, confused. “Sure,” I said, reaching to scan the cans.
But she stopped me with an exaggerated sigh. “No, dear. I need you to take care of it,” she clarified, her voice laced with irritation, as if explaining something obvious to a child.
“Take care of it?” I repeated, unsure if I had misunderstood.
Denise tilted her head, giving me a pitying look. “Yes, darling, pay for it. You’ve always been a bit slow, haven’t you?” she sneered. “I’m hosting a dinner party tonight, and my guests expect nothing but the best. I’m sure Jack won’t mind if you help out. After all, it’s what family does.”
I stared at her, stunned. Did she really just ask me to pay hundreds of dollars for caviar on the spot?
“Denise, that’s a lot of money,” I began, trying to stay calm.
But she waved me off. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. Jack will cover it. You’re his wife, and it’s your job to help out with things like this.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure Jack knows how uncooperative you’re being.”
That was the final straw.
I had tolerated a lot from Denise over the years, but this? This was different. She expected me to foot the bill for her extravagant party and had the nerve to try and manipulate me into it.
I could feel my coworkers and customers watching, sensing the tension. My heart pounded, but I knew exactly what I had to do. I forced a smile and leaned in, pretending to play along.
“You know what, Denise?” I said, my voice just loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. “You’re absolutely right. I will take care of it.”
Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. She thought she had won. “I knew you’d see reason,” she purred.
I scanned the caviar, watching the price rise on the register. Then, without hesitation, I pressed the microphone button connected to the store’s PA system.
“Attention, shoppers,” my voice echoed through the store. “I’d like to introduce you to a very special guest—my mother-in-law, Denise! She’s here to buy two cans of our finest caviar and has graciously asked me, her daughter-in-law, to pay for them. Let’s give her a round of applause for being such a generous family member!”
For a split second, there was silence. Then, someone in the back began clapping, followed by a few others. Within moments, the whole store erupted in applause! My coworkers were grinning, and even the customers were chuckling and clapping along.
Denise’s face flushed a deep shade of red. She glared at me, her voice low and furious. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.
I smiled sweetly. “Oh, I just thought everyone should know how generous you are. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
Without another word, she grabbed the bagged caviar, lips pressed into a thin line, and stormed out of the store. The applause and laughter continued as she clicked her way across the floor and out the door.
After she left, my coworker Rachel sidled up to me, barely containing her laughter. “That,” she whispered, “was the most legendary thing I’ve ever seen.”
Even the store manager, who had been watching from the back, gave me a wink. “Remind me never to get on your bad side,” he said with a grin.
I finished my shift on a high note. It wasn’t just the applause or the fact that I had finally stood up to Denise in a public way—it was knowing that, for once, I had outplayed her.
Later that night, when I got home, I braced myself for the fallout. Jack was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, both confused and amused.
“So… what exactly happened with my mom today?” he asked, fighting back a laugh.
I sat down and told him everything. I expected him to be angry, but instead, he shook his head, barely holding in his laughter.
“You know,” he said, “I think she might leave us alone for a while.”
And you know what? He was right. Since then, my MIL hasn’t called, texted, or shown up.
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