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Hey kids, I thought I should check in before anyone gets any crazy thoughts about me falling down abandoned wells or being carried off my marauding farm-pirates or something, and because organizing a search party would be pretty much useless since only a couple of you actually know where I live.  And while I suppose a province-wide search would be theoretically possible, Ontario is a really big place full of many hazards and I would hate to expose you all to that, and there would be the whole Toronto corridor to deal with and traffic would simply be a nightmare.

All joking aside, I have been in full hunker-down mode lately as I have not been feeling exactly 100%.  After a couple of weeks of trying to let an ear infection run it’s course I finally broke down and  got checked out and ended up on some sort of time-release antibiotics that, in some ways, were worse than the infection itself.   I won’t go into details, but it wasn’t pretty kids.  In the meantime I’ve had a good case of the doom and glooms going on, mostly because I’m sick of feeling like crap, and other than going to work I’ve been avoiding most human interaction.  I’m human and it happens, and luckily I have a wonderfully supportive husband who doesn’t take it personally when I get my grump on, and two furry little weirdos who I actually think prefer it when I do.  Me not feeling well means many more snuggle opportunities, although I am getting a little tired of being a travelling kitty warming station.  I love their furry little faces, but it is nice to, every now and then, stand up without disrupting someone’s beauty sleep.

Anyway, all of this has meant that I never did keep up with the $10/week food storage challenge, or at least reporting about it anyway.  I did complete the month doing my best to stay within the parameters of the challenge, though.  Am I glad it’s over?  Honestly, yes.  Was it easy?  It should have been, but it wasn’t.  The challenge itself should have been a breeze, but I’ll admit my heart just wasn’t into it, feeling like poo and all, although physically I was capable of getting everything done that needed to be.  I did keep going to work afterall, and despite my whining I really am not a sally and can rally with the best of them.  I did learn a few things, mainly I am not nearly as prepared as I had hoped I would be, and for that alone I am glad that I did the challenge.  Mostly though, I have been thinking about modern medicine and the luxury of being able to hang back when things get tough.  Great-Grandma sure couldn’t, and I surely could not either if I didn’t live in a time and place that made necessities like health care and food readily available.  I’ve got a whole separate post on this subject simmering on the back burner, but I’m going to let it stay there for a little while yet – it would be too easy right now to get a-rantin’ and that’s not what I want to do.  But I will say this: people who seem to want The Zombie Collapse of The World and Everything annoy the crap out of me and make me want to smack the pants right off them.  But like I said, I’ll get to that later.

So with all this curmudgeony kitty-snuggling going on, I really don’t have much in the way of new and interesting things to share as I’ve been more in maintenance mode than anything else.  I do however have one really awesome find to report on – Green Pioneer Woman’s elderberry muffins.  I made these during the challenge using sauce from our foraged apples and wild elderberries Big Brother found way back in the fall.  They got the official Dad Seal of Approval which is pretty high praise – when Dad says something is “great”, you can generally count that it is.  If you like elderberries, check them out.  They’re good stuff.

Meanwhile things are changing around here, though.  Already I can feel the shift, and it makes me glad. The killdeers and red-winged blackbirds are back, and as usual my heart lifts when I hear them singing. Their return marks the turning of a page  for me much more than any calender does. All this week I noticed how much more light was left in the sky after I got home from work, and with today’s spring ahead it will only get better from here on out.  Suddenly I am anxious for my seed orders to arrive, and to get planting and let the new year to begin in earnest.  Suddenly I want to shake off the stupor and get going.  Good stuff, indeed.

So what is it like in your neck of the woods?  Has spring found you or are you still waiting to get going?  What marks the turning of the seasons for you?  Tell me about it!


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It’s been a couple of weeks since I announced I was going to try to only spend $10 a week on food for the month of February, so I figured it was high time to check in and give a report.  I was fully prepared to give a play-by-play account on the frugal grocery action of the past couple of weeks, but sitting down to the computer tonight I noticed something.  The desk is clean.  I mean, spotlessly, uncharacteristically clean.  Seems that my wonderful and well-meaning husband did some tidying and, since he lacks the ability to read my mind (although I’m working on that), threw away my grocery receipts.  It’s entirely my fault – I tend to sully this desk like a sailor on leave and while he knows not to throw out scribbled things that may be recipes, receipts are fair game.  Got to work on that mind reading thing.

Anyway, even without a detailed account  I have a couple thoughts on what I have been learning from this experiment.

1.  $10 a week is not enough.  I originally settled on that amount because I wanted to really focus on my stored food and learn where I need to improve, and $10 only allows me to buy our milk, eggs and one other discounted item a week.    What this has actually translated to is me blowing the budget every week when I find a hole in my storage for something I actually need.  This has certainly given me pause to stop and think about what it would be like if I couldn’t just go over budget and I really only had $10 in my pocket.  There are a great many people out there for whom this is a reality, and I am finding this aspect of the challenge a humbling one to say the very least.

2.  Convenience foods are awesome.  That may seem completely contradictory, but let me explain.  Last week I developed a lovely sinus/ear thing, and after a full day of work with a low grade fever (yeah, I’m one of those people – thank me when you get sick) I really, really don’t want to cook a meal from scratch.  And I’ll admit – I broke down and bought a frozen lasagna.  It was horrible and a waste, but so easy.  And in the spirit of full disclosure Kraft Dinner has also made an appearance, but we like Kraft Dinner so that was ok. 🙂  What I need to do is prepare more heat and go meals ahead of time and store them accordingly.  I already do this, but not consistently and not enough.

3.  I need to work on some skills.  Yeah, I bake my own bread, but have really only dabbled in sourdough.  I made bagels this weekend and they pretty much destroyed what was left of my yeast stash, so I am hoping I have enough bread in the freezer to get us to the end of the month.  Pressure canning would definitely help with the whole convenience food thing, but I’ve been chicken about learning how to do it.  And I need to expand my cooking repertoire a little – while digging for some hamburger in the freezer, what I thought was a burger cache ended up being a bunch of stewing beef and a big ol’ beef tongue.  The stew beef I can work with, but the tongue?  That’s going to take some reasearch.

So that’s where I stand as of now, kids.  I’ll try to be more diligent about hiding my receipts and posting for the rest of the month.  And if you have any suggestions or awesome easy recipes, pile them on!  I’d be happy to hear them.



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As I write this,  it’s raining outside and melting the snow we got earlier this week.  Raining.  In February.  I don’t know what’s worse, the gloomy slop outside or the people in my Facebook feed who cheer every time it does actually snow.   And while I know there are those out there who do a little jig at the thought of pristine white landscapes and inches of fresh powder, especially given we have had so little of it this year,  do you know what I think?  Blaaah.  I’m so over it, kids.  Give me a hot rock to lay on like a lizard and I’ll leave winter to all the rest of the self-respecting Canadians out there who won’t wait for a warmer day.  Last I heard they’re all over in Crazy Town, ice fishing, and commenting on how brisk the horizontal snow is.

Actually, I am being a little dramatic.  This winter has been a remarkably mild one, and I suppose I should be thankful, but as you can tell you might as well stick a fork in me ’cause, baby I’m done.  I am not a fan of winter, and as always happens at this time of year I am stuck smack in the middle of the winter blahs.  It’s a predictable cycle which probably has to do with lack of sunshine and green growing things, and I know that sometime during February my last nerve is going to start humming like an over-taught piano wire and it’s time to take a break.  Last week I spent wallowing in the comforts of home, and I needed it.  I baked.  I napped.  I baked, took stuff to friends, then napped.  I flipped though seed catalogues and old pictures, hatched new plans and came out the other side feeling like something resembling a human being.

Part of my sloth-like wallows and plan-hatching involved some serious consideration about when and how I can get my butt back to Germany.  As some of my regular readers know, my very best bestie Frau Sperrmüllmöbelstück (seriously?  You realize what happens if I short form that, right? :)) lives there, along with her husband Heppy and daughter Rosebud.  Rosebud also happens to be my god-daughter, and in my completely objective and unbiased opinion is the smartest baby in the history of baby-making and will be Prime Minister of the world some day.  Just so you know.

The town of Linz am Rhein. We stopped here for coffee and cake. Best Monday ever.

All this Germanic day dreaming got me in the mood for some good German food, and what does a cooped-up Canadian gal on a (really) tight budget do?  Why, she makes spätzle, of course.  Spätzle is one of those things that, if you’re into it, people tend to have some very definite opinions about.  When I was looking around for some video for this post I came across post after post of people arguing about every teeny tiny aspect of the stuff.  How to make the spätzle.  How to eat the spätzle.  How to pronounce “the spätzle” with accompanying indignant videos.  I don’t know why anyone would get so uptight about a bunch of egg noodles, but it was pretty funny all the same.  And, no, I am not going to tell you how to pronounce it.  The last thing I need is a bunch of angry spätzlemeisters flaming me.

Anyway, take away all the mystique around it and spätzle is just a type of egg noodle, nothing more.  I thought it deserved a mention here on the blog for a number of reasons:

1.  It’s fairly economical to make, with simple, handy ingredients.  It is just a basic noodle that, as long as you have the eggs, can make a big meal out of very little.

2.  It’s really simple to make if you ignore all the hype.  Like I said, it’s just a basic egg noodle, but one you don’t have to roll out and all that jazz.  Spätzle is made with more of a batter than a dough and as such is a little more goof-proof and a lot less work.  I personally find making spätzle to be a lot faster and a lot less annoying than anything I have to roll out.

3.  It changes things up.  I don’t know about you, but I get food fatigue fairly easily.  I can only imagine what mid February would be like if we were living solely off our stores like Great Grandma did.  One can only eat so many potatoes after all.

So here is my spätzle recipe, given to me by Herr Heppy himself.  Forgive me if I’m giving out the secret family recipe here, Heppy, but the world needs more of this stuff.

Basic Spätzle

500 g flour (about 3 1/3 cups)

pinch of salt

4 – 5 eggs (depending on size, I use 4 large)

1/8 – 1/4 L water or milk (1/2 – 1 cup)

a bit of oil (couple of tablespoons, tops)

Mix all of the above ingredients in a bowl and beat with a hand mixer.  Make sure the batter is a bit runny so that it will pass though the holes of the spätzle maker smoothly.

Don’t have a spätzle maker?  Never fear, people have been making spätzle for hundreds of years and you don’t need specialized equipment.  Remember, you’re just making noodles not rocket boosters for deep space flight, so don’t sweat it.  All you need is something with holes in it to smoosh the batter through, so a grater with large holes will work or even a ricer would do.  Or you could do it the traditional way using only a board with a knife.  Check out this video showing how, it’s pretty cool.  Anyway, back to the recipe.

Fill a big pot full of water and bring it to a boil.  Fill the spätzle maker basket with the batter (mine in the picture is a bit lumpy), and holding it over the water pull the basket back and forth so the batter falls through the holes and into the boiling water. (Or smash it through your grater, or use your board – whatever works for you.)

The spätzle noodles are finished when they rise to the surface – it only takes a few seconds.  Fish them out and set them aside in a bowl while you finish up with the rest of the batter.

That’s it!  Now you’ve got yourself a big bowl of hot, homemade egg noodles for next to nothing.  Use them the same as you would for any other egg noodle.  Fry them in a pan with some butter and eat ’em just like that.  Add a whole bunch of cheese and some onion and make käsespätzle. Add them to your stew. I personally like them fried with lots of onion, bacon, mushrooms and a slug of sour cream.  Oh, heaven.

So there you have it, kids, easy-peasy spätzle deliciousness.  Give it a shot and see what you think.  And if you make spätzle, tell me about it!  Strangely, I like hearing spätzle stories – they usually end up being more about Grandmas and memories, and I like that sort of thing.

Oh, and Frau Sperrmüllmöbelstück?  Better tell the spätzlemeister to get his game face on – I’ve been looking at flights. 🙂

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So, over at Just Another Day On The Farm the ever-resourceful Farmgal has thrown down the gauntlet and issued a challenge to her readers to eat from their storage for the month of February and only spend $10 a week on food.  Well, it actually wasn’t quite like that. There was very little gauntlet-throwing and she may have mentioned that anyone who wanted to join in with her could do so, but I thought the latter sounded much more dramatic.  Anyway, the challenge is to rely primarily on one’s food storage for the month while spending a set maximum amount each week at the grocery store.  The set amount of spending money is flexible depending on your needs, but it should be as low as you can go so the focus remains primarily on your stored food.  I signed myself up for $10 a week because a) I may have temporarily lost my mind since I have to buy all of my animal products and b) I likes me a good challenge.

Really though, I like the idea of challenging myself.  I think I am probably a little too comfortable with the system I have going on here (I have been known to use the phrase “bring it” when talking about zombies….you heard me say I have to buy all of my animal products, right?), and I think February is the perfect time to put that system to the test.  Nothing is growing right now.  I don’t have a back yard full of food.  Heck, I can’t even go pick dandelions.  It’s just us and what we’ve squirreled away, sort of what I picture it must have been like for Great Grandma, back in the day.  Not being able to rely on bopping to the store when I want or need something is going to show me where the weaknesses are in my system and in my resourcefulness.

Now with that being said, I do have a couple amendments for myself:

1.  I’m giving us a pass for Valentine’s Day.  It’s our once a year fancy dinner, put on by a chef Mr. S knows.  It’s great food, reasonably priced and I get to dress up like a girl and hang out across a candle-lit table from the good-looking dude that happens to be my husband.  We could always light some candles and sit at the kitchen table gazing into each others’ eyes, but I imagine we will be doing enough of that if the shiz ever hits the fan and we won’t smell near as good.  So, yeah, we’re going out.

2.  I’m going to allow myself some leeway for really awesome sales.  There are certain things like coffee and cheese I only buy when they are dirt cheap, and then I buy a ton of them.  This saves me a lot of money in the long run and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to stock up.

So how did I do this week?  Cue the drumroll, if you’re into that.



Actually, I knew I was going to be over this week.  Last Sunday I realised I was almost out of both all-purpose and bread flour so those needed to be purchased.  I would have even skipped the bread flour and experimented making bread in different ways, but I promised a neighbour I would make her some of the buns she likes, and I don’t want to feed her any experiments.  I also bought some lemon juice, which is out of the ordinary, because I am off work this week and am going to make some jam.  So, yeah, some oddities this week, but that’s how it goes.

Here’s what I bought:

Bread flour, 2.5 kg:  $6.29

All-purpose flour, 10 kg: $7.99 (you see why I want to figure out a good bread recipe with this stuff?)

Milk, 2L:  $3.85 (I usually buy 4L, but we have a backlog going on right now)

Eggs, 1 doz:  $2.65 (I can get eggs from a friend for $2, but her chickens aren’t laying)

Mushrooms, 2 packs: $1.76

Distilled water, 8L:  $1.98 (for the coffee maker – our water has a lot of minerals in it)

Lemon juice: $1.99 (for the jam)

It will be interesting to see how the week goes and how our habits will change knowing that we can’t just pick up something if we run out.  I’ve already noticed I am keeping a close eye on the milk – this afternoon I had an internal debate about whether scalloped potatoes with dinner would be worth the milk used, and wondering why Mr. S chose now to start eating the Raisin Bran that’s been sitting on the fridge for months.

Wish me luck, kids.  I’ll do a post next weekend to let y’all know how it goes.  I’m really not expecting any problems, but then again, I don’t know how Mr. S will feel if we are suddenly mysteriously out of cereal.

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I realized the other day I have been talking so much about our beans this year around the interwebs and in everyday life, I really should do a post on them and possibly get it out of my system.

2011’s garden experiment was to plant dry kidney and romano beans from the grocery store, just to see if it would work and what would happen.  I simply bought a couple of small bags of beans right off the shelf and planted them (although I did do a test germination run on the kidney beans.  The romanos I just winged it.  Yeah, I like to live dangerously).  To say the experiment was a resounding success would be an understatement, since I ended up with enough for a small bean-loving army to happily make its way across Siberia with.  Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.  It’s probably more like what a band of hippies would use to get through a winter in Bancroft, but it still amounted to pounds of the things and more than I know what to do with.  All from around $0.50 worth of seed and an approximate 10′ x 20′ plot of garden space.  Not too shabby at all.  I wish I would have got a definitive yield tally, but we have been steadily using them and, well, I’m still sorting the dang things.  Let me explain.

Sometime around mid to late September the beans were looking good, I was letting them dry on the plants and the pods were coming along nicely although the beans themselves had a bit more to go.  We were getting the occasional rainy day, and although it wasn’t the ideal hot dry weather one would hope for, the beans were holding up and doing ok.  We then got a spat of rainy over cast days, and combined with the cooler night temperatures I began to get concerned.  A quick check and sure enough the beans were beginning to either mould or sprout in the pods.  A couple of hours later Mr. S and I had several laundry hampers full of damp, slightly mouldy bean pods that we couldn’t leave piled up lest we end up with several laundry hampers of wet, rotten bean pods.  We spread them out on pretty much every available flat surface we had, but found that they were still giving off enough moisture to form condensation wherever they lay, even with diligent rotating and fluffing.  It seemed all would be lost until Mr. S got the great idea to set up the ironing board with a window screen on it.

The whole system worked great, with plenty of air circulation it allowed us to dump and dry a whole hamper at a time and even sit to shell them to boot.  The beans themselves still needed a lot of drying before I could store them, but they were out of the pods and away from the dreaded mould risk.  Handy guy saves the day!

To dry the beans further, I ended up spreading them out in a multitude of rimmed cookies trays, lasagna pans and just about anything else I could find that would hold them, and sticking them anywhere that Ginger (the kitty in the photo) could not get to them.  I had to do this because, frankly, Ginger has problems.  I love her dearly, but she has problems.  Ginger likes new and interesting things, mostly because she likes to pee on new and interesting things.  I’m sure there’s a certain amount of curiosity involved, but I think it’s also a matter of calculating  trajectory, delivery and duration.  The very first pan of kidney beans I ever grew got Gingerized when I foolishly left them exposed and went to work, but, really, I can’t blame her.  In a kitty’s eyes they probably looked like the latest in litter box technology.  But I digress.

The pans of beans have been kicking around since October, quietly drying and doing their thing, and I have been slowly working through them and sorting out the bad ones whenever I sit down to watch a movie. I’ve been keeping an eye out for ones that began to sprout or mildew before we got them dry, or for weird shrivelled up ones that I can only assume were immature.  It’s mindless tedious work, but perfect winter movie-watching work.   And watching the jars of good beans fill up has been really gratifying.   Perfect storage food, grown in our own back yard for next to nothing.  I’m happy to say I am finally on the last pan, though.  Its been a little nerve-wracking watching Ginger’s eyes light up every time I bring a new one down.

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Finally, the gardening season is drawing to a close.  I say finally with some hesitation because, really, I live for the gardening season.  It’s what gets me through the long dreary winter and there’s no place I feel more at home than outside in the sunshine with warm dirt between my toes.  Thinking of it that way I miss it already, and I know there will be many a day coming soon I will pine for those long summer evenings where the hours seem to stretch out enough to give you time to wander with your thoughts.   No, I say finally because like every other warm-blooded creature in this bit of the world I’m feeling the pull to settle down, nestle into my well stocked nest and turn my thoughts to other things while I wait out the winter ahead.

The last haul from the garden.

This year has been a bumpy ride, but a very educational one for me, especially in terms of self-sufficiency.  If we were in the situation where we were relying on what we were growing to get us through to next year, we would have been getting mighty nervous come August when normally I can’t give stuff away, and all we had seen were a few beans and some cucumbers (and even those got some sort of blight and died).  Torrential rain followed by drought, disease, bugs I’ve never seen before – it seemed that anything that could go wrong, did.  But, oh what an autumn we had!  I was wearing shorts on Thanksgiving!  It will be the stuff of legend, I’m sure.   Our glorious autumn was the garden’s saving grace, and I swear it packed a summer’s worth of growing into September and, amazingly, into October as well.  In the end I got more than enough socked away for winter, and even as I write this my unheated back kitchen is piled with the spoils of those warm golden bonus days.  Heck, I still have baskets of fresh peppers!  My carrots turned out amazing, never have I been able to grow such beautiful carrots (seems the trick is to let 3/4 of them fry in July) and I even got some decent potatoes in the end.   Not too shabby, and I can’t complain.

Finally, some decent potatoes. Woot!

Still, the lessons were learned.  I really need to have a source of mulching material scoped out before I actually need it.  I need an alternate source of water other than rainwater.  I need to plan for complete crop failures.  I need to preserve enough when the going is good to get through when the going is bad.   And most of all I need to stop being so hard on myself when things don’t go according to plan, and remember that the best lessons are the ones we learn when we fail.  I’m thinking of cross-stitching “QUIT FREAKING OUT, YOU’RE LEARNING SOMETHING” and hanging it in the kitchen, just to remind me. 😉

I still have some kale out in the garden, and winter radishes too, but it’s a bleak and empty place now.  One of these days I’m going to get some lime on it and get it turned under and put to bed for the winter.  Just a little way to go now, then I can start dreaming of spring. 🙂

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Recently here in blog land several of the fine bloggers that I enjoy reading have started participating in a weekly theme of posting about food storage, and it has put me to thinking about why I store food.  I mean, I store food.  Compared to the average person on the street I have a fairly good stash going on, while compared to others what I have is a drop in the bucket (I’m looking at you, Farmgal 😉 )  And while having a deep pantry is something that just feels natural to me and I know is a good thing, I have never really examined the whys behind it enough to allow to me to articulate it to someone who thinks I’m a touch crazy for what I do any further than prattling off a list of reasons. 

 There is a ton of information on the internet about food storage, and sifting through it you will find a gamut of people posting about it ranging from the bunker-dwellers who are almost looking forward to the collapse of society all the way  to the people looking for ways to save some money and put a little bit of summer away for the dark days of winter.  Obviously the reasons for storing food are numerous, but in the end, they are a personal thing. 

For me, examining why I do it started with Canadian Doomer’s post on her household’s sudden loss of income.   CD was looking at an uncertain road ahead, but one made easier by that fact that she stores food.  Things may have been hard but at least her family would eat, and eat well I might add.  For me this really struck a chord.  For those of us who like to talk about these things, we can speculate and philosophize all we want about the collapse of food systems and thriving in an energy depleted world, but I think sometimes we lose sight of the fact that seemingly mundane things like unemployment are a lot more likely, and a lot more urgent.  There were no zombies in CD’s story, just a Canadian family and a very personal emergency.  It was a change of perspective and a good lesson for me, and happily things have worked out for her in the end.

So why do I store food?  I think I have narrowed down my motivations behind it, and as someone who considers herself fairly average (I’m neither a hard-core doomer nor a prepper, although that is highly dependant on my mood), I think I have boiled down why storing food is a good thing, even if you don’t worry about zombies in the wee hours of the morning.

1.  Emergencies Rarely Call Ahead- CD’s example is a fine one and I think the most easy to relate to.  In my opinion the loss of income is the single biggest reason to store food because it is the most likely to happen.  It is said that we should have at least three months worth of expenses saved, but really how attainable is that for most people?  So many people live paycheck to paycheck as it is, or rely on credit to get by.  Ask yourself:  if you had to live on unemployment, what would be left over at the end of the day?  Mortgages/rent, heat, hydro – these things tend to not to be negotiable, and what ends up on the cutting room floor is groceries.  Having food stored means you get to shop from your pantry and use your money to pay the bills you can’t do anything about, and maybe save yourself from going into debt to do so.

Another part of the emergency category are natural disasters and the weather.  People who live in parts of the world that have frequent violent weather know how important having some stores of food and water are, and they are often reminded to have them. Here in Canada we are, for the most part, spared the worst of what mother nature has to offer, but consider this.  When I was but a wee babe my little part of the country was hit with a blizzard that has gained something of a legendary status (and I may be outing myself geographically here for those in the know).  The school bus Big Brother and Uncle B were on got stuck about three minutes away from the farm, and the entire bus load of kids had to spend the next four days taking shelter in the house of an older couple before they could eventually be taken out one at a time on snowmobile.  Can you imagine what that must have been like for that older couple, having to feed a bus load of children?  Big Brother said they did so admirably, although by the end they had pretty much picked the place clean and had resorted to cutting hot dogs into fours.  There were a lot of other stories that came out of that blizzard, things like people being out of food after only a couple of days and having to have someone bring them groceries on snowmobile and the like. 

Looking back this obviously left an impression on Mom, as around this time of year she always started stocking up “just in case”.  And although I was too young to remember any of it, it left its impression on me as well.  Not only because my mother taught me to prepare for the winter, but also because the school bus goes by my house every day and I can’t help but think “what if?” with a little bit of awe and fear.  I don’t think the average person needs to worry about feeding a bus load of kids, but it’s a good idea to have some supplies socked away so that if something happens on the day you were planning on getting groceries you’re not left with an empty cupboard and wondering how you’ll feed the cat (or the kids for that matter).

2.  Storing Food Saves Money – This is actually pretty simple.  Having a lot of food in the house means that I don’t have to get groceries every week if I don’t want to.  What this means is that I can take the money I have budgeted for groceries for the week and shop only the sales and loss leaders in the stores to stock up.  This has sort of became a cycle where I am now pretty much only buying what is on sale, and most everything I have stored was (other than what I grew) purchased at a really good price.  It’s a cycle that feeds on itself in a very agreeable way. 

3.  A Well Rounded Pantry Means Selection – Because of our food storage, we can have pretty much what we want, when we want it.  If we want mexican we just go to the cupboard.  If I get a craving for apple crisp, I just make it. No running to the store involved.  What can’t be pulled from the storage (things like sushi and spring rolls) are saved for special occasions that actually feel special because we’re not going out all the time. 

4.  Storing Food Means The Best Of The Seasons – Of course this also involves preserving it.  I have a big garden so I am also not paying for what I sock away, but by putting up the bounty I am storing high quality (organic) food for when it’s not available.  Think vine ripened tomatoes or sun-kissed blackberries.  Preserving something while it is in season allows me to not only keep the costs down but also have some of these seasonal foods long after the season has passed.  And while some preserved foods are no match for the fresh version, I am for the most part against eating anything out of season and shipped half way around the globe.  I would rather wait and eat it when it is growing here again and in the meantime fall back on the preserved version.  That only seems natural to me, and better for the planet as well.

Of course, nothing I have said here hasn’t already been said before, and much more persuasively and eloquently at that.  Sharon Astyk is arguably the queen mama of such things, and you can find her blogs here and here.  Sharon is a wealth of knowledge and I guarantee she will make you think.  What I have presented here are simply my (non-zombie) reasons for doing what I do.

So if you are reading this, tell me – do you store food?  Why do you do it?  How long do you think you could go without buying anything?  If you don’t, what are your reasons not to?  And aren’t you worried about that bus load of kids? 😉

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