and the gods hold their sides, laughing.
I had big plans for chicken thighs that are on sale this week. They come in a family pack and I had ordered six of them. The plan was to make chicken vegetable soup to can. But the gods said, "I don't think so." There was a power outage at the store where the grocery delivery service shops. The delivery guy told me that there was no meat at all available when my shopping was done. It crossed my mind that if it all goes to hell like it seems to be doing, this kind of food shortage could be the norm rather than the exception. No point in getting upset. Couldn't be helped. Luckily it was just one store that had the problem and Son will pick up the chicken I need for the soup at another store. Take that, you snickering gods!
I did get twelve 1-lb. bags of baby carrots that are on sale for $1 each. I like to put a roast or chicken in the oven, surround it with potatoes, carrots and onions and slow bake it, or do the same in the crock pot. So I packed the carrots in pint jars, added water to cover them and pressure canned them for 25 minutes. Wound up with 27 pints of carrots.
While I was working on the carrots, I had pretty much decided just to forget about canning the chicken soup. But then I got to remembering the reason I do all of this. We could go on for years, doing a slow slide into third world status, or we could drop to the bottom with a bang. Either way, the whole idea is to be prepared for whatever happens. I have been told that I am foolish to have this much food on my shelves. "What are you going to do with it all," they ask. "Nothing is going to happen," they say. I hope they are right. I hope that life continues as it has for generations. But if it doesn't, seems to me there is a real possibility that the last jar of chicken soup may be the very thing that saves someone in my family from starving. So I will continue to can the soup, continue to add to the household and medical items that will be useful and in some cases, necessary should they become scarce in the future.
It is called "common sense."
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