Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
It’s really your parent’s fault but how were they supposed to know that the Zappo Shock Toilet Trainer wasn’t really the latest scientific development and how it would affect your development? As an adult you’ve got the cleanest house anywhere and a $10 a day cleaning products habit. You’re on a first name basis with Mr. E. Coli and Ms. Super Bug and you know its a not-so-clean world out there. Its chock full of lax personal hygiene and cooked shrimp somebody forgot to devein. Given the probability of strange and foreign objects finding their way into the food production line you probably want to know whats in your food. Right? Well tough! The processed food industry is not a restraunt and you have to take what everyone else is getting….. and like it.
Simple food for regular eating is not enough. Most people want a little mystery in their food. That’s why we accept secret recipes, secret sauces, and secret herbs & spices. Secret is the food industry code word for “you don’t really want to know and we sure aren’t going to tell you.” Millions of hearty eaters are happy with post-industrial chemical laden food and are willing to pay for it. In my opinion; Mom was right all along…. don’t play with your food because you don’t know where its been. 😉
The main reason I became a “from scratch” cook and re-learned the art of preserving my own food was to know what was in my food. During the move from my old house to this new one there were several days I had to eat fast food or go hungry. I couldn’t find the box containing the cooking pans. I also ate at the soup kitchen near the old house a couple of times and I skipped some meals. As a result my blood sugar average went up and so did my weight. I have a doctor appointment the end of this month and I’ll see just how much my A1C went up.
Its now time for me to get down to actual day to day living again. This is home now. This is where the next phase of my life begins. I want it to be as healthy as I can possibly make it. I haven’t baked a loaf of bread in what seems like a very long time. There hasn’t been any food bank visits or food preserving either. I did find where one mobile food bank is located. It comes only once a month instead of once a week and doesn’t give much produce. Its mostly processed food. I’m told there is another mobile food bank drop off site not far away so I’ll be checking on that one. I haven’t found a farmer’s market for this area yet.
I’m still waiting for the electrician to do the wiring so I can use the quilting machine. I can’t get started quilting until the wiring is finished. I have to get someone to look at my washer too. It leaks water when it spins and I can’t see where the leak is happening.
I really should be focusing on my WW2 diet to control my diabetes but my thoughts keep going back to unpacking and getting settled in this new house. I keep thinking about organizing and preparing for winter and ideas for keeping my energy bills low. I took my SIL shopping yesterday and instead of looking for food bargains I found myself looking at long johns, thick socks, LED light bulbs, and shelving. When my mind refuses to stay on what it should I usually give up and go with it. I’m rarely disappointed with the results.
Ladybug asked if I had bought a new table. No, I just have it being used as intended finally. She had never seen it because it was in the storage room of the old house since before she was born eight years ago.