Ancient Foodie Survival Guide 소설 & 이야기

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

But, even Justine, we've seen the repercussions of a lack of nourishment. His solid, muscular figure had become a bit noticeably thicker than it had been when we first met, due to a lack of access to his typical food and his recovery from his injuries. Justine began rummaging through the canisters, seeking for something we hadn't devoured every day since the world, as well as the civilization, was destroyed. He passed over containers of beans and sorghum, and I'm relieved to see that he was not the only one. Unsealed bottles of marmalade and jalapenos with unbroken seals were discovered, as were containers of mashed potatoes, chicken, processed meat and sauces, and roasted ham.

“So, let me get this straight. Your old pack had their own secret language? Your pack is really cryptic and dramatic.” I let out a small laugh. “Maybe they are.” Vixxen tapped the book. “Alright, enlighten me, oh dramatic one. What does it say?” “It’s an ancient recipe that gives people some common natural sense. You are desperately in need for it. I will go to the skies and heavens to get the ingredients and save you,” I said dramatically. “Such kindness! Such sacrifice! Truly, I am unworthy of your heroic deeds.” “Of course you should. I will endure the harsh territories to recover your sanity.”

My hair was curly naturally, which meant it was one big frizzy mess on top of my head, but I wasn’t out here to impress anyone. The big log was still sleeping off the drugs – at this point, I was just glad he was still breathing! But that’s when I decided that I was going to make myself and the golem something to eat. Supplies were far and long between, so I always made a point to gather as many roots, nuts, and mushrooms as I could, to be as self-sufficient as I could. I also sometimes set up traps to catch some small game or fish. Mynt, rosemary, and other spices were in abundance out here if you knew where to look, and – if I do say so myself – I did make a mean hare-stew. Plugging my pho

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

The concept of leaving her soft glowing cave put a growl in Shuule's throat, and she vowed to show Set that she could prepare and fend for herself. She knew his Legacies showed him many things, but she also knew that the poorness of her own tribe may have actually shown her some alternatives. One of which was drying and storing food for the winter - without the use of salt. Salt in the Beastworld was the most precious commodity, next to child bearing women. Besides the fact that it was the only flavoring most of them used, the women couldn't live without it, especially in the winter. Fruits and nuts had a small, natural, amount of salt within them, but once they were relying on winter stashe

KIMBERLY’S POV I knew that we weren’t the only newbies around, but I listened to know what rules we were going to abide by. “Regarding the food, it is only in the morning that you will get the normal food you all eat and that would be based on survival of the fittest as you all would have to compete and we can only have twelve winners who would get the food. So, it means the rest would eat the juicy meal we prepare for them, which could be worms, maggots, centipedes, etc. All these would also be served in the afternoon and night…”

The pantry, despite the grim atmosphere and the chaos they created fighting with the undead, still held a trove of non-perishable goods. There are foods that have been spoiled, but there are still many that are not, such as noodles, other biscuits, and cookies. Silently, the two moved through the shelves. Their eyes started to scan the items that they could still use on their way to the university. Canned goods, rice, pasta, and other non-perishable items. They carefully put it in the backpack before Liam put more goods inside his space dimension.