“The living will envy the dead.”
Oh, I completely agree. The Norwegian government recommends keeping about a week’s worth of non-perishable food on hand for emergencies (think: war, nuclear disaster, pandemic, etc. - not many significant earthquakes here) and I try to adhere roughly to that, though I don’t currently have any water on hand. Then again I also really like hiking, and being vegan, finding good trail food isn’t all that easy (some options, sure, but not many), so I’ve even tried my hand at making my own dried meals (with moderate success). I’ve even got an excellent Swedish cookbook (Vegetarisk turmat, by Oskar Karlin) that goes seriously in depth on preparing delicious home-dried meals of all kinds. I haven’t gone very thoroughly down that rabbit hole (yet!), but I’m definitely not averse to some non-conspiratorial preparedness thinking!
Stockpiling alcohol would make more sense. As a preservative, anti bacterial agent, fuel, solvent, and to quiet the screams in your head from painful apocalyptic memories.
You could plan a side hustle of breaking into the suddenly booming market in dried-worm flour.
On the plus side, all the coffee addicts in withdrawal should have little trouble fitting in amongst the shuffling zombie hoards…
12 lbs of nutmeg would be around 1,100 servings if you want to err on the safe side (< 5g).
Personally, I would hope the concept of side hustles would be one of the first things to disappear in an apocalypse.
If you haven’t delved into home canning, it’s not all that difficult and the start-up kit is not too expensive. If you are only doing water bath canning, you need to be aware of pH, as only acidic foods can be safely preserved that way, but pressure canning, for all it does scare some folks, is actually pretty easy and very safe with modern equipment. We do a ton of canning at my place, and it much better than the crap from the store, plus you know what went into it. And, of course, you get to put into the can exactly what you want to get out of the can.
*starts backing slowly away to avoid the onset of yet another hobby to fill up the apartment*
In the event of an an actual apocalyptic situation I’m not going to be able to get insulin, so I may as well drink the good coffee in the month or two I have before my brain goes offline forever. Given the personality changes that come along with really high blood sugar, I’d be wandering out into the wasteland to spare my family before that point anyway. (Joking, but not really.)
Yep. I’d still be eating my grandmother’s canned goods if hurricane Isabelle hadn’t wiped out the barn that was storing years worth of food.
Huh, in a houseful of roomies and just one terlit, I already say that every morning.
I’m slightly miffed that we haven’t figured out a way to manufacture gold yet. What I’m REALLY annoyed about is we don’t have cars with big plastic bubbles that serve no purpose!
In that case, I’ve got some NFTs of gold bars to sell you
I have a spot in the basement devoted to my canning, brewing, cheesemaking, kombucha/yogurt fermenting and vinegar concocting. We also have 2 acres of garden, orchard, apiary and vineyards to keep them stocked. Like I said, skills, man. Gotta have 'em.
I understand that takes a few gold bars.
Better yet, get a still while you can. You’ll be the Queen of Booze!
Would that stink up the apartment?