Ancient Foodie Survival Guide Novels & Stories

Yet, in this harsh and unforgiving world, where survival was a constant battle, she knew that she had to prioritize her own well-being above all else. With each bite of the succulent vegetable, Nadine felt a renewed sense of strength coursing through her weary body. The flavors exploded on her tongue, a symphony of freshness and vitality that seemed to breathe life back into her. In that moment, she made a silent promise to herself – to honor the gift of sustenance she had found in this hidden oasis by using it to fuel her determination to survive.

"Not for the ambiance." "Sit, please." Silas gestured to the chair at the opposite end of the table. "The staff has prepared a traditional 'Survivor’s Meal.' It is a ritual of the North to eat before a journey into the dark." Lyra sat, her movements silent. The table was filled with the scents of roasted venison, wild roots, and heavy, dark bread. To anyone else, it would have been a feast. To Lyra, it was a display of irony.

Now—food. Food is a long shot, and I know it. Anything that was fresh in this store when the Lunar Reversal took place will be long gone, of course, rotted away or consumed by animals decades ago. And preserved food will probably have been taken in the early days, by people trying to survive. But maybe something was overlooked.

she said souring all wise and ancient. “Mmmmm” I replied because my mouth is filled with the food , even though my mouth taste bitter I could still tell that the food is delicious because of the way it smells besides I don’t eat for taste or pleasure , I now eat for survival so that I can stay alive and not die of hunger in my enemy’s Pack.

The girl nodded, before she tried to find another way to repay her benefactor's kindness. "Actually... I have another request. May I borrow your kitchen? I can cook, and I wish I could eat my food once in a while." Actually, it was just an excuse so that Maya could simultaneously develop her cooking techniques at this house. Seeing Evan, who was a little pale this morning, Maya felt a little sorry because Evan didn't seem to pay much attention to his health all this time. Maya wanted to make up for the man's kindness by cooking him healthy food. But it's not the usual kind of healthy food. The food is the secret recipe of the researchers in a world where food crises are a major problem for h

Are you kicking her out just because some people complained? Everyone went silent after that. They looked down and pretended to focus on their food. Landon turned to face them. "Pretentious snobs." Aria didn't bother saying more. She knew that no matter what she said, these people would remain stubborn and close-minded. They'd always think foreign culture was superior, that copying it made them better. It was true that we should never stop learning new things. But some people had twisted what it actually meant. Take forks and knives, for example. These were things Farshya's ancestors had already moved past. Back in ancient times, when roasting and boiling were the main cooking methods, meat

“Food and water are ready, and the healers are standing by.” Killian raised an eyebrow. “You organized all that?” “Yes.” He nodded with the smallest smile. “Then we’re in better hands than I thought.” By midday, the entire compound buzzed like a live wire. I stood with Anna by the kitchens as rows of workers packed sealed crates of food: bread, dried meat, rice, medical herbs. “We need enough to last at least a week underground if necessary,” I told her. “Make sure each box has glucose and iron-rich food— especially for the pregnant wolves.”

The taste was not bad, even better than the food sold at the food stalls. After Daniel took the food, Ms. Lewis then passed the food to everyone. In just five seconds, the food was all gone. Ms. Lewis did not even have any. Since Leonard had taken two skewers, he gave one to Ms. Lewis. Halfway through, Sam took a break and Ms. Lewis took over to roast more food for everyone. The charcoal fire they brought was almost used up but there were still many ingredients that had not been used yet. Therefore, she sought everyone’s opinions and decided to use the most primitive method of survival to roast food: with dry wood..

He usually did not go after the larger animals because it would be a hassle to preserve the meat since they could not eat it all in one sitting. Once he was back, he would set up a fire with some dry wood and roast their dinner over the heat. Sometimes, he pulled some small fish or snails out of the stream. Before now, she would never have considered eating tiny fish or anything else from a stream. Right now, everything was edible to her as long as it was cooked over heat. Giving her a steady supply of warm meals, they fed on the packaged foods in the bunker during the day. As for drinking water, there were two packets of bottled water left, each had a number of twelve bottles each. At leas

And it was; each new birth meant another fighter, or another wolf. Staying away from the crumbled cities, I found an abandoned farm and its bunker. It was meant to protect from tornadoes. It was my home for now. During the day, I read this diary I found of the former owner. It was about plants and what they cure. He was a first-generation survivor of the virus. I studied his notes, learning which leaves could ease pain or settle an empty stomach, which roots to chew to keep fever at bay. Each morning, I checked the crumbling garden rows for anything still growing, the names from the diary running through my mind: dandelion, wild carrot, plantain.