If the zombies come, we won’t starve.
Because for the first time ever, I made a complete meal from our own backyard.
Ha. Take that, Creepy Green Eyes!
I feel confident about many other things in life- but writing a letter to zombies or challenging them to a spelling bee is not going work. One needs a bit more practical skills when dealing with this level of gruesomeness. If you don’t believe me, you should check the Centers for Disease Control Zombie Blog for more tips on how to survive their impending attack.
A few months ago if I were driving home from work and I knew that I hadn’t been to the grocery store in three weeks, I would have been having a mild panic attack.
“Ugh! What am I going to make for dinner! We have nothing in the house. Maybe I should stop and pick up some stuff…”
Or worse, “Maybe I should stop and get pizza.”
But what if there were no pizza? Or what if there was no food at the store? What if the zombies ate it all? Or what if our little island had some kind of natural disaster that prevented the 85% of food from getting here?
But I’ve changed. I’ve changed because our yard has changed. It is no longer just a place to throw a ball and let the dogs run around. It has become a small little site of production.
I feel a small but significant confidence growing in me. By going through trial and error, bug infestation, end rot on tomatoes, rodent problems and leggy seedlings- learning how to feed ourselves is one of the most interesting journeys I’ve ever taken. It could be the most radical too- my little resistance to the System, in the form of frittata. And I heard that zombies don’t like frittata.
My recipe for one of the most amazingly yummy frittatas ever:
Bunch of Swiss chard
Large cut handful of arugula
Herbs: marjoram, thyme, basil, oregano
4-5 fresh brown eggs from the lovely ladies, Rosie & Red
Wash, chop and saute the greens in a skillet.
Mix the eggs with chopped herbs.
Pour over the sauteed greens and let it cook slowly.
Flip it over onto a plate, top with green onions and fresh tomatoes and almost fool the preschooler into thinking you stopped for pizza.
Serve with salad and some fresh mango. (Mango post to come later, but I’ve started guerrilla-hunting this fruit as we no longer have a tree.)
Eating our way to zombie apocalypse-preparedness. This I can do.