We got prawns! Our buddy let down a few traps and pulled them up for us yesterday. Then he handed us the results. A major bucket o’ prawns! We de-headed them, cleaned them, packaged them and put away 15 pounds of tails in the freezers. We go through maybe twenty pounds a year and give some away as well to family. Guests love ’em, too. Our annual ‘haul’ is somewhere around 25 pounds. We are one day into the annual harvest and we are practically there! Very satisfying.
Another buddy has managed to ‘harvest’ a deer. He’s away right now but we may trade a few prawns for some of his venison. Maybe. That, too, is satisfying.
Of course, we have oysters and clams and mussels, as well, but we include fewer of them in our diet as a rule. Maybe once a month. Plus they do not need to be harvested, they can just sit and wait their turn. Sal’s seafood chowder is absolutely fabulous so maybe this year we will ‘do some more’!
And soon there will be wild nettles. They are delicious if picked at the right time and all…which we never seem to be able to do. And blackberries, of course, but with the same problem – they ripen and disappear before we ever seem to get to them. The garden – when planted and attended to – is a wonderful source of fresh produce. Every plant that comes from the garden seems to taste so much better than their identical cousins from the store. A really good garden is a wealth of wellness and good taste.
Volunteers are plants that somehow plant and grow themselves….and we usually have a few random potato clumps from volunteers. They are the best! Who knew potatoes could taste so good!
Our other buddy, S, is always good for a crab or three. That’s always great. And everyone seems to get a Ling cod now and then. Eating off the front porch and the back forty is not a full menu by any means but it does make for fresh seafood whenever the fancy strikes and plenty of variety to boot.
All this ‘food’ thinking is based on the ‘new reality’. C-19 will be altering patterns. Yours. Ours. Even the stores are going to change. We will not likely be shopping in town as often as we did for quite awhile. Mind you, we shopped less than most people. Once a month would be overstating it. More like once every six weeks and mostly for minor things and three times a year (at most) at Costco for a major ‘BULK UP’.
Food is a big deal living off the grid but it is not a big ORdeal. It’s just that old people, who work less and drink more wine, put a bit more emphasis on ‘good meals’ than say, those who race with the rats and rely on convenience to keep it all together. That used to be me…not so much anymore. Now I can look forward to a good plate of nettles. Weird, eh?
And yes, we are already starting to look at logs. Soon it will be time to start on the ‘wood-pile’ again. We likely used almost two full cords this year and it may take a bit more to get through April. We will need to bring in, chop up and haul up the highline as many as 60 lengths of floating bounty by the end of the summer. That’s is approximately 600 lineal feet of 10-inch logs required to replenish the winter wood-pile. Maybe a bit more if we are to build something. That is a chore of some magnitude and we had taken to using W’Fers during that annual task. But the W’fer community has also been changed by C-19 so we may just have to get on that chore sooner to make up for their absence.
The propane is full. I have liquid fuel. Enough for a few months, anyway. And, so far, the sun has been out enough that the genset has not been turned on in a month. We have electricity. We have our systems and they are working. We can even use Everything Wine to deliver case lots of cheap swill every now and then. If we had to, we could stay on the ‘rock’ for six months quite easily. We could likely stay for one year but it wouldn’t be easy those last three months.
I’d likely also be sick of Ling Cod by then.
Here we are getting prepared for an extended C-19 disruption and so far, it seems, that we are already doing rather well. A few more months of preparation and we’ll be good-to-go. Or, better put: we’ll be ‘good-to-stay-in-place’.
I hate to put a damper on your obvious pleasure. I too am probably good for a year, but I don’t advertise my whereabouts! Too many crazies out there! There’s been a run on TP….and ammunition! And I don’t mean beans!
Well, I do not advertise my whereabouts but any Google/Internet/government/ hacker computer likely knows where I am. I mean, c’mon….? They know when I buy extra gasoline. They know if I get pizza delivery. They likely know which scotch I like and even what ‘turns me on’….(torn underwear and really red lipstick…..think Kim Bassinger in 8-Mile or Charlize Theron in anything – especially NOTHING).
Of course, I love Sally. I am just sayin’ that really red lipstick and torn underwear touches me in some kind of inexplicable way…ya know?
And, as for the crazies? Well, more and more the nut-jobs are showing up to me as more human. A bit odd, of course. But human. Trump and other ‘heads’ are coming across more and more LESS human. I am starting to feel comfortable around the nut-jobs……might even share a vacation rental with some of them…ya know?
Not to mention the wild Shmoos ready to jump in the frying pan.
A schmoo/shmoo is kinda what we call ‘sea food’ up here.
Well, I arrived back from a quick trip to Halifax for my Mom’s 90th birthday.
There were 9 passengers on the flight from Hfx to Montreal. The flight from Mtl to Van was 1/3rd empty.
The Safeway in my neighborhood was out of T/Paper, Meat, eggs, rice, pasta, Coffee(?), Canned soups, meats, etc.
Lots of milk and bread…..
I have tons of supplies,( booze, beans, bumwad , bullion and bullets) so I’m good.
Vancouver Traffic has been great. Hardly anyone on the road. I’ve been back to work all over the lower mainland the past 3 days. Enjoyable to drive.
I talked to a guy who came over from the Island. 15 cars on the Ferry.
Wonder how much longer before BC Ferries cuts some sailings.
Well, you have the important ‘B’s covered. That’s good. And, if you have a ‘piece’ to go with those bullets and enough booze, you just might have a fightin’ chance of getting shelter up here when TEOTWAWKI happens. Make sure no zombies have your scent when you leave the urban hell.