I agree. I just ahem "acquired" enough cases to fill a pickup truck bed .
But I get not everyone is so lucky to just find them mysteriously unsecured
Fucking Score!
OK, Kiwi's, the subject of "I'm hungry, Dr. Purr, how does one go about ridding oneself of that nagging physical sensation without eating bats, rats, and various vermin I dug out of a trash can?"
Well, nice of you to ask. Get your printer ready by making sure it's full of unicorn blood ink, or get your credit card out to order books, because...
Here
We
Go!
All right, the first thing first you have to understand about disaster prepping is that all the fucking prep in the world doesn't do you any good if you don't now how to FUCKING COOK IT. I cannot count how many assholes I know that had all the shiny prepper shit that then stared at it going "hurrr...." unable to figure out how to cook it.
Now, I'm not going to cover how to make an oven with the bricks in your walk-way out front of your house, or how to create a solar oven (Seriously, can you imagine me trying to teach you that shit over the internet?) or how to use a deadlined vehicle as a power source and oven.
I'm going to cover the most simple and, historically, the most coveted thing in human history. Fucking WARS were fought over this resource, your grandmother told one of your aunts to suck cock in hell before she turned over this resource, and this resource was even included in dowries.
Fucking recipes. That's right. how you add yeast, wheat flour, a handful of raisins, and some other shit and make hard crust soft inside raisin bread that grandma damn near took to her grave because "fuck Aunt Marcy's wine aunt ass".
Now, your fucking exotic "I saw this on TV" recipe isn't worth a shit. We're going to assume that the power is out.
But Uncle Johnny, you cry out, the power is out and I have no stove and I can't use my 1001 Recipes for Faggots book I got at the artisan book store and now Dr. Purr is mocking me!
Welp, little Kiwi, bring the whiskey bottle and come over here next to Crazy Uncle Johnny and we'll look at who, in modern times, has recipes listed that isn't some weirdo fucking survival nut living in a hole in the ground and mumbling that taxation is theft and that the mailman is out to get him because he knows the truth about PG&E's evil plan to replace everyone with cyborgs. (Oh, in Clownworld, he might not be wrong...)
The people who have been immortalized in song, movie, and text! Those bastions of rugged handsomeness, meth dealing, and buggies!
THE AMISH!
That's fucking right. We're going to jump out of the bushes and mug an Amish woman for her fucking recipe book then haul ass before her 12 husbands show up with fucking sledgehammers to fuck out day up.
Shit like this:
These noodles will serve 6 as a side dish, but you could easily add some cooked, shredded chicken in the pan at the same time you add the noodles and turn this into a main dish.
Ingredients
- 6 tablespoons butter divided
- 28 ounces chicken broth
- 1 chicken bouillon cube
- 12 ounces extra wide egg noodles
- 1 tsp. parsley flakes
- Salt and pepper to taste
Instructions
- In a large pan, brown two tablespoons of butter over medium heat.
- Pour the chicken stock and bouillon cube into the pan and bring to a boil.
- Add the egg noodles to the chicken stock and return to a boil. Cover the pot and remove from the heat. Let the noodles set for 30 minutes, stirring every 10 minutes or so. If you notice a lot of liquid left in the pot, test a noodle to be certain they are done to your liking. If they're not quite done, return to the heat until the liquid has evaporated and the noodles are done. If the noodles are done to your liking, just drain the liquid away.
- Top with the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter, parsley, and salt and pepper to taste. (Be wary of adding too much salt as the stock and bouillon tends to be salty on it's own.)
- Serve immediately or leave in the pan, covered, until ready to serve. These will stay warm for 20 more minutes or so with no problems.
Now, the worst part about checking recipes on the internet is you have to listen to some fucking Karen waxing on and on about her life (Get her, Corona-Chan, bring unto her your joy, lapdances, and pleasure! Oh, ahem, disregard that) until you get to the bottom where the fucking recipe is.
Amish cookbooks are all over Amazon and eBay. I'll give you two links to good ones.
Simple and spiral bound. A good book.
Amish Cooking
Another one:
Harvest Heritige
But really, any Amish cookbook you can get at Walmart is good. Why? Because they don't rely on fancy bullshit for their basic recipes. Sure, their advanced stuff is complicated as fuck, but their basic recipes even your sped ass can do.
Now personally, I hate kneading bread dough because, holy shit, I just hate it. But, it's not all that bad and warm bread straight from the over is delicious. (Have a couple cans of beer on the side to make beer bread)
Just because you're living in a house that's all covered in plastic, shitting in a trashbag you've bungee corded into the toilet, wearing a fucking mask whenever you leave the house, doesn't mean you have to eat like a fucking savage.
Save those fucking MRE's for the bitter end or in case Corona-Chan fucked EVERYONE and you've gotta go long range excursion.
You can eat good with a dutch oven. Here, a
Walmart Dutch Oven
Dutch oven recipe books are out there.
Depending on your circumstances you can even make "3-Day Stew" in the cast-iron pot. Which is just dumping random left-overs or scraping the dishes into the pot and keeping it watered and simmering. It ain't good, but it's thick, high energy, and gonna stick to your ribs.
A "Meh" site to me, but you might like it:
The Penny Pinching Karen
Let's have a quick thing for
THIS, an Amish remedy book. I, personally, prefer the US Army Field Medical manuals, but that's because I'm a fucking retarded mouth breather.
Like I said, you don't have to resort to squatting in a darkened room covered in plastic, eating half-cooked rice with soy sauce and ketchup and butter dumped on it, growling at your own reflection.
Proper preparation, baby, and it's no different than a slightly strenuous vacation.
Have faith in Crazy Uncle Johnny, Dr. Purr, and the other survivalist guys on here.
Know the difference between a prepper and a survivalist?
A survivalist gets to spend a couple days sorting through the preppers shit after the prepper dies without ever getting home.