Ancient Foodie Survival Guide Novels & Stories

To my surprise, the food they brought was just five sacks of grain, some peas and carrots, lots of garlic, corned meat, loaves of stale bread, some goat cheese, a bunch of turnips and more crates of wine—thousands of them, actually. These… wouldn’t last for a month. “Phineas, are we going to buy some ration in nearby villages in the future?” “Buy?” He scoffed. “More like we just forage our food in the woods. No nearby pack or village would welcome us with open arms!” “But there’s no salt or sugar or any of the spices that could add flavor!” “Sad to say, we are in a shortage as it is. We don’t want to take more of the resources from our home, would we?”

Because of Sasha’s ice-generating powers, they didn’t have any trouble extending the shelf life of the meat or the vegetables, and they also ate ramen, rice, and bread for variety. Cooking was where Temujin shone, far eclipsing Aki and particularly Sasha, who had been used to preserving his mom’s cooking and eating it cold. Temujin learned how to cook when he was surviving by himself in the wild, including during Griffin’s first molting period.

It seemed to shine a bit in the moonlight. Oh… it’s already night? David smiled to himself as he recounted the past few days. For the past few days, he’s been doing everything to survive, ranging from stoning small animals to carefully picking fruits from their trees. For food, David has been eating a wide variety of nuts and fruits. For liquids, David has been drinking from the fruits he and the log have deemed safe. Using the large leaves he got from a variety of trees, David fashioned a pack where he stores most of his foodstuff.

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..

Into the storerooms tucked far beneath the main hall—the ones carved into the bone of the mountain, their air stale with disuse. Shelves lined the walls, some neatly arranged, others half-ransacked. Dried meats. Preserved fruits. Clay jars of grain and oil. Woven baskets of root vegetables that had long since shriveled. I took what I needed. Water. Salt. Dried bread. Things I could carry without drawing attention. Things I could live on if I didn’t come back out for a while. Then, near the back of the farthest shelf, I saw it. A jar.