Of sorts. The truth is, I volunteered to help feed the vermicomposting installation at Hallwalls (Music for Worms and Compost) at an insouciant moment during the opening night celebrations. I think the offer was made at around 1:30 a.m.
Not that feeding compost is any big deal, but I don't compost and never have. I don't save scraps in a bucket under the sink or whatever. After casting about (would X café give me their scraps, etc.) I came up with the easiest solution, which is to simply buy the appropriate matter from the supermarket. So as I write this I have a plastic container filled with attractive layers of torn up lettuce, cut-up carrots, a few stalks from old paperwhites, and some cilantro. It's quite pretty. It's all been sitting at room temp for a while, and seems wilted enough. I hope the worms like the little salad I have prepared for them.
This week it's Boston lettuce; next week I'll try them with some radicchio or maybe some curly endive.