Monday, September 16, 2019

Bacon Update

Over the weekend I turned 25 lbs. of bacon into 38 half pints to add to the shelves.  A general rule of thumb is that 1 lb. of meat equals one pint canned.  Considering the amount of bacon I set aside for eating and to add to baked beans, along with the amount I consumed for 'quality control,' (Come on.  It is bacon.  The temptation was just too great.) the amount canned was just about right.

Last evening I set 4 quarts of white beans to soaking and they are now in my big electric roaster, cooking.  Later this afternoon I will jar them up, add a little cooked bacon to each jar and process them.  The recipe can be found HERE.

This recipe is kind of fussy and time consuming, what with the pre-cooking, but I have tried several recipes and methods over the years and found this one to be really good.  It is worth the time and trouble.

I have a long list of food I need to can up before prices become too outrageous.   I hope my kids won't be too unhappy with me if I wind up needing them to lug more jars up the stairs.   :)

Sunday, September 15, 2019

If you had any doubt...

about what the intentions of the left are, the last 'debate' should have told you.  They don't even try to hide it any more.  They want to control every part of your life.  They want to take your guns.  They want power and they want to keep power.

Rev. Paul over at "Way Up North" has an article that lays it out clearly and completely and is well worth your time to read.  We are in deep doo, folks, and I believe God is the only one who can fix this.

Pray and prepare.

Friday, September 13, 2019

Going AWOL Again

Yesterday 25 lbs. of bacon arrived in my kitchen via my son whom I often refer to as my pack mule for all the supplies he has huffed up the stairs to my apartment over the years.  After we appropriated several slices each for further use, I sliced the rest into one inch pieces, filling roughly six one-gallon bags plus about 3/4 of a quart bag to be used when canning baked beans. 

So I am off to the kitchen to start browning the bacon, packing it into half pint jars and running it through the pressure canner.  I have no clue how long this process will take, but I hope to resurface by Monday.

Have yourselves a lovely weekend.

Tuesday, September 10, 2019

We Said We Would Never Forget

Those of us who are old enough to remember, know exactly where we were when we heard the news about a plane crashing into the first tower.  We watched in horror as the second plane hit the second tower.  The news of the plane crashes at the Pentagon and in a field in Pennsylvania came later.

Eyes glued to TV screens, we watched the first tower come down, followed by the second.  We saw people running in terror, trying to escape the devastation.  We later learned that over 3,000 lives were lost that terrible day.

That day we came together as a nation.  In New York, strangers clung to each other, eyes wide in fear and horror or with tears streaming down grief stricken faces.  In small towns all across America, folks gathered on street corners, looking up at a sky empty of planes and wondering how on earth something like this could happen here.

Before 9/11, we were a patriotic people.  But the day after, Old Glory flew everywhere.  When the body count came in, we grieved as one.  We gathered in churches and prayed for the souls of the dead and for the families left behind.  We said we would never, ever forget.

But we have forgotten, haven't we.  Oh, we remember during the week that marks each anniversary.  But during the other 51 weeks of the year, we are more divided than we have been since the Civil War.  Many of us are still patriotic.  But too many have forgotten what a truly marvelous nation we live in.  They would rather turn it into something totally unrecognizable. 

On that day of terror, the first responders ran toward the horrors, the saving of lives their first priority.  Over 400 of those brave men and women died in the process.  Today firemen, police, emergency medical personnel still rush to the scene in times of trouble.  But more and more often, they are exposed to hostile actions from those who have absolutely no respect for their bravery and their willingness to stand between us and evil.

I don't ever want to see anything as horrible as we saw on that day.  But I sure wouldn't mind seeing seeing a glimpse of the coming together of our country that existed when we all felt wounded and when we all became angry when we discovered the plot to destroy us and when we felt the pride as one nation that even though evil tried to destroy us, we did not break.  Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing that again.

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

How Much Home Canned Food is Enough

The other day I was looking at my shelves full of home canned food, feeling all smug and superior - right up to the point where I actually did an inventory.  Turns out I don't have enough full jars to feed two of us for a year.  And in a crisis situation where I was feeding several family members, the food in jars would be gone quickly.  So much for smug superiority.

When I figured the amounts needed to feed two people, I went with pint jar size.  Figuring one jar each of meat and vegetables daily for the main meal, it would take 365 pints of each for one year.  If we had soup for lunch 3 times weekly, I would need 312 pints of soup, as one pint is a meal for one person.  If we added fruit to our diet, dividing one pint between two people twice a week, I would need 104 pints.  That's over 1100 pints of food.  And that's not counting foods like tomatoes, pasta sauce, chicken broth and other foods used to make different dishes.

Granted, there are other foods in storage like pasta, rice, beans, cornmeal and oatmeal, along with flour and yeast for making bread.  And there are cans of tuna and salmon along with other store bought food in cans.

Thing is...it is easy to fool ourselves into thinking we have enough - to become complacent.  I have 15 family members, including grands and spouses.  I doubt that all of them would come knocking on my door in an emergency situation, but even if half a dozen of them did, I would be hard pressed to be able to feed them for any length of time. 

Now is not the time to slack off.  The world around us grows more insane by the day. 

Keep on prepping. 

Friday, August 30, 2019

Just a Quick Note...

first, to say just how awesome I think you all are.  I tell you about people who mean something to me who are hurting and you are right there with words of comfort and most importantly, with your prayers.  I can not begin to find the words to express my thanks and gratitude.  I have had no further word on either of the ladies, but I will update when I do.

I will be away from my computer for a couple of days.  Yesterday I browned 12 lbs. of hamburger and chopped 2 lbs. of onions that went into my electric roaster today, along with other ingredients for chili.  The chili needs to cook a bit longer and then I will start the canning process.  That roaster holds a lot of chili!!  In between canner loads I am dehydrating frozen hash browns and bags of slaw mix.  And there are bags of flour, sugar and rice that came with my grocery order that need to be re-packaged and stored away.  Considering I move at the speed of a herd of turtles, I expect I will be busy most of the weekend.  :)

Hope you all can get out and enjoy the last hurrah of summer.  See you next week.

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Life Can Change in a Heartbeat

Most of you who come here regularly are aware that I have a condition that requires nursing services to care for my legs.  They do for me what I can not manage to do for myself.  They clean the affected areas, apply antibiotic salve and bandages where needed and wrap my legs from toes to knees in Ace bandages to help control fluid build-up.  Thanks to their kind and expert care on their three times a week visits, my legs are in better shape now than they have been since this all started.

I mention this only to tell you how much I admire and how grateful I am to these ladies who take such good care of me and of many others who need their help.  They have chosen careers that are not easy, and yet they are always cheerful and professional.  Over time I have gotten to know some of them quite well.

Yesterday I learned that the nurse I see most often, the sweet little lady who is expecting her first child in November, had fallen down some stairs.  She wasn't badly hurt, but the fall had an effect on her pregnancy.  She was hospitalized for 24 hours and is now home, apparently on bed rest, doing everything possible to see to it the baby goes full term.

Then I found that the nurse I saw on Monday has suffered a tragic loss.  Her grandbaby was found in her crib, non-responsive.  The baby was rushed to the hospital and in spite of the best efforts of the doctors, the child couldn't be saved.  I can imagine nothing more heart wrenching than to lose a child or grandchild.

I don't know what I can do for these ladies who take such good care of me, except to lift them both up in prayer.  I hope those of you who are so inclined will join me.