Ancient Foodie Survival Guide Novels & Stories

Kate said, explaining their choices. Iz smiled softly, "You thought of everything, Katie." Izzy was dressed and searching for breakfast in a matter of minutes, heat flowing back into her fingers after the frigid bath. "We just have dried fruit and dried meat," Kate said apologetically. "It's perfect, Kate," Izzy said as she chewed the tough jerky. "The kitchen chef said it would last the longest and would give us the energy we needed. She seemed particularly helpful once she heard we were planning to evade Kreil," Kate said with a laugh. Izzy nodded in agreement.

“Why would a cookbook be in the combat theory section?” “It’s not a cookbook. It’s a field guide to edible plants. For survival training.” “Oh.” He didn’t move, still leaning over me with one hand braced on the table and the other on the shelf above my head. “That makes more sense.” I looked up at him. “Can you move? You’re blocking my light.” “Am I?” He grinned down at me. “Sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to get in your way.” “Zane, I swear to the gods, I’m gonna—”

I manage to nod, but I don’t try to speak for fear I’ll begin to cry. “With no other options, we relied on our animal friends to help us. No one else in the pack has control over the large animals like Cole did, and many of the animals didn’t survive the fire, but those that were left, the smaller ones that we could influence, those of us with noble blood like myself and my sister, Nola, whom you met, we were able to get them to help us. The rabbits, moles, voles, and some of the other tunneling animals helped us start this system of underground dwellings. After that, we secretly cleared out some of the lands furthest from our shared border with Dun’s Crossing. We started growing crops and h

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.

I have a suspicious feeling that what ever he is going to say isn't going to be good. "Veggies are good. But they are perishable. We will not be restocking enough for you to be picky. Meat is great protein...Which you need. I will get you nuts and other snacks, but you will have to consume some of the meat I hunt if you are to make it. This is about survival and eating what is available little human."

I rolled my eyes with a big smile. “Did I mention that my cousin ate it raw?” My eyes widened. “What? Raw? Uncooked?” I repeated. I was making sure I heard it right. He nodded. “Eww!” I shook my head and laughed. “That’s so gross.” “Yes, it is. But sometimes you have to eat what’s around you if you cannot make a fire. It’s called survival.” He returns his hand to his knees and grabs his water for a drink. “Did you try them too?”

The only thing left was a weird flavor nobody wanted. Nicole didn't hesitate. She wasn't picky. Last life, she had chewed tree bark to stay alive and eaten dirt meant to stop hunger. By the end, she had used sticks instead of toilet paper. At the condiment aisle, she went straight for the essentials; cooking oil in whatever kind she could find, soy sauce, and vinegar. These were all in large bottles that didn't waste space. She even got hot sauce, pickled vegetables, and fermented goods. Dozens of brands lined the shelves. She cleared entire rows. Anything she liked, even if it was already soaking in water, she fished out anyway. No wasting food.

This will help us rebuild wherever we go. Despite our deep affection for Acquillonia, our focus shifted towards devising survival strategies, requiring careful planning. We meticulously stockpiled grains, seedlings, and dried protein – beef, fish, and chicken – anything with the endurance to withstand storage for an extended period, anything that could safeguard our community. "I never anticipated it would come to this," my mother confided to Ania, who diligently checked off boxes on a sheet of paper. Alongside us were my nemesis Margrette and Zarah.

And the moment his eyes landed on the large bowl of fresh pork Ivy had began washing, his jaw nearly dropped open in disbelief. In the apocalypse, most people survived on plain rice, vegetables, dried fish, canned food, or whatever scraps they managed to find during scavenging runs. Real meat had become something almost impossible to obtain regularly. Yet Ivy was casually preparing fresh pork like it was nothing unusual. "Do you need help?" Darren asked once more, clearing his throat awkwardly as he folded his arms across his chest. "We can at least help wash the ingredients or prepare something." "There's really no need," Ivy replied with another gentle smile. "You all should just sit down

"We found a lot of condensed milk with sweeteners on the cabinets, and one of the elderly ladies here suggested we substitute the margarine with extra virgin olive oil, which is also frequently left behind. As a result, we usually aim to have some sort of dessert accessible with supper." The food smelt really good, and I brought my plate closer, inhaling it deeply. Clyde chuckled. “I hope you like those baked beans, 'cause we have them a lot. Lots of baked beans, lots of soups made from stock with potatoes and other vegetables we’ve managed to grow, as well as lots of pasta. Not a popular thing for people to grab off the shelves in the beginning. When people got desperate, I’m sure it was ok