Growing up, my mother planted a garden every spring. She spread compost and manure, all vegetable scraps, egg shells, fish remains, etc. went right in the garden in the off season to help fertilize the ground for the next. Again, as a kid, I didn’t think much of it.
To be honest, I am not sure I was the most self aware adolescent, and joke with friends that I am a slow learner. The truth is, I just don’t think I paid attention. Today, I pay attention to everything. Do I pay attention to the right things, well, who knows, but I am more cognizant of the life that goes on around me, and I am much more curious than I ever was.
Now the older I get, and the more I spend time prepping, and being of the survivalist mentality, the more I am experimenting with skills I may need in a SHTF in a more primitive situation. “But you live in the Suburbs.” Yup, but I am practicing in the event I end up at a BOL with fewer resources. “But you just smoked a turkey with an electric smoker.” Yup, I am trying to better understand the principals behind smoking and preserving foods so that in the event of an impending disaster and bug out, that I can sustain my life more effectively, and maybe the lives of any team members with me.
It is a work in progress, this cooking thing. It takes time and can be a science, or an art, depending on what you are cooking. Knowledge of salts and spices are needed, and some of this is new ground for me. I mean, I can make a mean smoker full of Jerky, but it’s not until you sit down and learn why you are doing what you are doing that you begin to think about it differently?