And I’m Comfortable with that. Since I accept the safety that my kitchen is stuffed with food which comes from maqui berry farmers I understand, in jars that may sustain all of us winter lengthy.
(Well, maqui berry farmers you Accustomed to know, who’re just about all certainly dead or disembowling someone now.)
Almost as staggering: Barrow processes a whole 300 pounds of tomato plants each year to last her with the winter, in addition to corn, beets, soup, jams, relish, chutney, as well as fish. Yeah, you heard that right: “It’s ridiculously straightforward — pack a jar with raw fish, cover with water or essential olive oil and pressure can.” Now there is a nutritious and shelf-stable snack I’d eat and/or cower behind every day.
Even though Barrow causes it to be all seem easy, I understand that surviving publish-apocalyptic horror scenarios is difficult work. For instance, that one time, I made blueberry jam. I spilled a variety of it, burned my hands, as well as in the finish it filled around three-quarters of the jar. That will make for any pretty miserable (and short) zombie stake-out, but now we all know I’m able to fare better. When the future necessitates severing numerous undead heads from ditto torsos, I a minimum of need to know that, in the finish of the hard day’s wetwork, I’m able to sit lower to some dining room table that provides periodic delights, in your area grown and attentively harvested sometime prior to the Fall.
Essentially what I’m saying is “pressure canner” has become directly on my Halloween preppers list, immediately after “chainsaw-bayonet rifle.”
*Hunker, clearly — nothing crazier than the usual horde, alive or undead.
*Neither! Trick question. Look for a friend you can rely on to help keep watch when you sleep, but don’t hesitate to accept kill shot if/when the time comes.
*Boat. Always boat.