Prep Monday—Stocking Up


Along with everything else, I’m trying to 1) actually accomplish and 2) catch up on, getting ready for winter—like the squirrels—is high on my list.

Speaking of, yes, I do have a list of stocked supplies. It does need to be updated periodically though, because of course I rotate, but with a twist:

If I need to use something, I do, but I’m often in the middle of cooking and don’t have a chance to remove that item from the list right away. And then I forget. [hangs head in shame]

For me, it’s much easier to, oh, once a month, check the list and compare it to my supplies. It really doesn’t matter HOW you do this, just that you DO it.

I have three areas of storage: the garage for things that rodents can’t break into, the upper shelves in my kitchen, and the bookcases in the kitchen. Yes, bookcases. When you close up a bookstore and have um, a few extra bookcases, you use them. I have two, four feet tall, beautiful dark wood—cookbooks, canning jars, and of course, the bar . . .

Now, I’ve mentioned this before, but it’s important: stock whatever food you will eat. No point is hoarding cans of sardines if you can’t stand them, right? I actually have a small box of things, in the garage, that I’ve somehow accumulated—and will only eat if I’m starving—marked “Icky Food.”

Besides the list updating, I also have to reorganize a bit; things are starting to spread out. And of course, I’ll be bringing out the dehydrator today and pulling in the last of the garden stuff. Well, probably the last—my tomatoes just keep going and going and going . . .

So where should YOU start?

First, I watch the dollar sales at my two local grocery stores. I shop twice a week, usually two different stores. Quite often, sometimes in the same week, each of them have products that are “10 for $10” and it’s mix and match.

Next, consider all meals and the number of people for whom you’ll be providing: breakfast, lunch, and dinner for us, some snacks, some desserts, for three-plus people. Why the plus? Because, even though many in our extended family prep a little bit, they aren’t really prepared, ya know? And I’m not sure I’d be able to turn away kids and grandkids if that time ever came.

SHTF meals should achieve several things: nutrition, taste, variety, and satiation.

Now, we all know that meat is uber-expensive these days, but pasta and beans are an acceptable substitute. Ten packages of pasta don’t take up much room, and they last forever; dried beans, same thing. If you don’t know how to cook from scratch, you’d better learn. Ten for ten cans of soup and ravioli and whatnot are convenient and take up less space, but you have to consider product weight, variety, and health benefits.

I’m not advocating foods touted as “all natural” or “gluten free” or whatever buzzword is popular this month, but consider preservatives and weird chemical ingredients too. When SHTF, it’ll take a lot of energy to stay healthy—assuming you already are. The closer to natural, the better—and that doesn’t mean paying big bucks for things marked “organic,” either.

Herbs and spices are expensive, yes? You can plant a few pots of herbs, and grow them year round. You don’t even need a dehydrator; just dry them on the counter on a paper towel, crumble, and put in a saved and washed spice jar. Little things will go a long way on making that pasta with beans more palatable as time goes on.

Finally, take a moment and think about the meals you ate when you were a child. Maybe your mom cooked breakfast, maybe you grabbed something quick; lunch was probably at school, or maybe you packed a sandwich. For dinner, you probably had meat, potatoes, a vegetable, and a salad. And sometimes a dessert. Any snacks were probably a quick bite after school, or maybe popcorn during a weekend movie.

And, of course, most of us played outside and ran ourselves ragged all over the neighborhood, right? Which, kind of, is what you’ll be doing when SHTF.

But mostly, think about the portions you were served. It was enough, yes? Did you ever leave the table, moaning and groaning and feeling TOO full (Thanksgiving doesn’t count!)? Probably not. Do you do that now? Probably yes.

Satiation is just that—feeling full, but not overfull. You don’t have to cook elaborate dinners, but everyone must have “enough.” Try it now, before SHTF, by cutting back on food prep. Remember the old recommendations? A serving of meat is about the size of a deck of cards. Practice that. And leftovers? A lot of people use up leftovers in other dishes, or have them for lunch. But in a world where power and fuel are at a premium or being on the move is important, those leftovers will be likely be wasted. Practice cooking just “enough.”

Look, everyone has to start somewhere. When you grocery shop, pick up a few sale items or a couple things you might need. Make a list of what you’d like to have stocked, at some point, so you don’t just grab items marked “sale.”

My own policy is to avoid purchasing things I can make myself—same thing when I go to a restaurant; I order something I’m not going to make at home, or can’t easily make at home. And I stick with the “the more natural, the better” rule. I don’t buy granola bars, I make granola; I don’t buy dried fruit, I buy fresh and dry it myself. Same with herbs, onions, mushrooms, etc. Try it—it’s not hard, and you’ll be a lot better off when SHTF.

 

 

Prep Monday—Still Searching


We left bright and early Sunday morning and drove three hours to the listing agent’s office, then another 30 minutes or less to the first property we had scheduled.

Trust me, NO ONE would be able to find us back there!

We’d actually planned to look at 50 acres, on the back side of a total of 93; the front half had a cabin and a barn, so we started there.

Well.

First, I’ll tell you that I’m usually a glass-half-full kind of gal. Things like “Ooh, a circle driveway!” and “Hey, look, a ‘no trespassing’ sign—bonus! Save money on signage!” may have escaped my lips . . .

This was off a CR, a county road; gravel. And the driveway was decent—circle, remember? The cabin was adorable, but . . .

The pillars were not sunk into concrete; the subfloor was um, rolling, and the two propane tanks were, shall we say, questionable. Now, the owner had been working on this for quite some time, but at some point he gave up and moved to Florida. And no one seems to know when.

The clearing needed some serious mowing, no big deal, and the barn was fairly close to the house, but it had no floor; best we could tell, it was just sitting there, no anchor, nothing.

Hmmm.

My husband thinks, and I agree, that it would be much easier to start from scratch than try to fix everything. We did get some good info on the solar panel and rainwater systems—but again, what kind of shape are they in? It would be a great project, if it comes down to that.

We drove down the road a bit, alongside the rest of the property. Not bad. In fact, the listing agent told us to make a really low-ball offer on the entire thing! So, maybe . . . plus, she was really interested in my books!

Only two wrong turns later, we arrived at the second property of the day and met up with the listing agent. He was great, but damn, he was in good shape—just trotted all over those 32 acres, even climbing that cliff . . .

So this was the cave property—documented, dug a bit by mostly amateurs, and almost inaccessible. But it does have a flat spot for building, which is more than I can say for most of what we’ve seen so far.

We pulled off the CR and parked, then walked down a nice trail “to the cave.” Sort of. We veered off that nice trail when we reached the bluff on the Little Piney River, and started the climb.

It was steep.

And narrow.

Holy crap.

Slid on my butt for one part, only because I made the mistake of looking down . . . down . . . down. Ack!

So we got to the cave, and man, was it huge! My husband loved it, kept trying to drag me down the dark, low-ceilinged, rocky . . . well, you get the idea. Nice to look at it, but nope, not thrilled about going inside. Of course, I might be able to work my way up to that, someday. Maybe.

Once we finished with this part, we had to go back up. Silly us. The agent said there was “flat” straight up, so we thought sure, why not, take the shortest route.

OMG.

Took forever.

But finally—success!

This could work. Maybe. The section is pretty irregular, but does have road frontage, top and bottom; the bottom is just a hundred yards or so, right by the river and bridge. And there’s a nice trail from the road to the building site.

And yeah, it has a cave . . .