Ancient Foodie Survival Guide Novels & Stories

“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.”

“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.”

His expression turned neutral while his pupils ran through its contents. The parchment was actually one of the 6 cheap copies of an original document given to him by Agenor after the meeting. It contained crucial information, including a thorough map of the destination as well as the images and information about the fruits and berries that could mimic their food supply in case of emergencies. Inside Glitch, the beasts are not the only enemy, the unexplored and wretched ecosystem is also behind several deaths. In fact, Death because of food and water supplies shortage exceeds the death by beast encounters by a large margin.

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

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

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.

We both tensed and peered into the distance. “Over here,” called out Schneed. “Come.” Marv released me and hurried to join Schneed. She’d decided not to kill me for the time being. I followed, not wanting to be left behind. Schneed was kneeling down next to what looked like an oil lamp. “Here,” said Schneed. He handed me a strip of dried meat. He was kneeling by a small alcove which was packed with supplies. I ate the meat. The first rule of Survival Club, don’t ask what you’re eating. It’s a great way of making yourself unable to eat anything else.

The supplies in their villa consisted of instant foods and snacks, and when they went out, all they had were compressed biscuits and military-style rations. "You bet!" Kairo said, lifting his chin proudly. "And this is us being frugal on Uncle’s orders, since it’s the apocalypse and all. Before this, our meals were way more lavish." "Just eat and stop talking so much," Cassian said, giving him a resigned look. He casually picked up a piece of perfectly marbled braised pork and placed it in Kael’s bowl. "Eat up. Help yourself."

She thought that it was her good luck to have met such a good man…To thank the man, she had even prepared a meal personally upon going home. What the beautiful woman had cooked was really…unpalatable. The dishes could kill. They were either burnt, unseasoned, or salted double to triple the amount. With how expensive pork was nowadays, she actually did not fully cook it. Basically, Javier dared not eat what Evanna made. It was hell’s kitchen. What she made could definitely kill, and not even the reishi mushroom could save the victim. In spite of it, Evanna had started with a good intention, so Javier forced himself to eat a few spoonfuls. After all, he had The Grimoire of Five. Worse came to

Even though he didn't like crops and vegetables, he said they were still edible. "I've been curious for a while; it doesn't seem like you have too many supplies either, but you managed to survive half of the winter with just the strange foods you usually eat," Dawon asked while sitting with us during lunch. "Ari has a vast knowledge with regards to food and herbs, and she also knows how to hunt—we all learned it from her and Lowell," my brother answered proudly. I almost choked on my food while I was eating quietly out of embarrassment. "Mommy, whansam wato [want some water]?" Gurion asked upon seeing me cough a little.