Ancient Foodie Survival Guide Novels & Stories

It was her 'Survival List,' the only thing standing between her and a total breakdown after a thirteen-hour workday. On her survival lists was Arugula, the pre-washed kind; two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, non-negotiable; possibly the most important item, Dark chocolate, 70% cocoa or higher; anything less was Candy, Greek yogurt, and Artisan Truffle-Infused Hot Sauce (the only thing that made her microwave ramen taste like it cost thirty dollars)

“He said your people were starving. They don’t look like they are.” “If they were starving, you’d know it,” I snarl. “These people look better fed than our pack, and that’s saying a lot.” Kent pauses. “He may be referring to a harsh winter right after our father’s death. Game was a little scarce. People had to get creative.” “Turkey bacon?” I ask. “Try boiled tree bark,” he says. “Which I don’t recommend, by the way.” I shudder. “I guess people do anything to survive.”

could be used to clean herself and the three women, which was relatively better. With more supplies, they did not skimp on food, of course. The baked white bread was compressed and placed in a wooden bucket, then sealed with wax. It could be opened and heated as needed. There are also sausages, bacon, smoked meats, and a variety of fresh seafood caught by the sailors. There are vegetables that are dried and stored in clay pots, and when they are eaten, they are put in a pot with water and boiled to make vegetable soup. As for the traditional prevention of scurvy, lemons and light beer as an alternative to drinking water, there is plenty of it.

"The Observer… they were from the old world, weren't they? A world before Core Prime. They would have understood these principles. They would have known where to find them." "But where do we look?" Lia’s memory seemed to hang in the air, a question unanswered. "Not in the optimized world," Bima stated, a grim certainty settling over him. "Not in the sanitized, hyper-marketed version of food Core Prime is pushing. We need to look for the hidden places. The forgotten traditions. The culinary underground." He remembered the spice merchant, the old woman with the mangoes, the ancient glyphs. These weren't just food items. They were fragments of a lost culinary heritage.

As the sky turned dark, everyone had used up quite a lot of Chi as they took to the skies for a long period. They then found an unoccupied island and spent the night to replenish themselves. When Fane was free, he sat by the bonfire and read the ancient tome. He had new insights toward medicine-related items with it. He came across numerous pill remedies he had never seen before in the ancient tome and, fascinated by what he read, tried his best to memorize them.

Guard approached them and escorted the 4 of them back to the chambers, Aynyra and Rhae both giddy with the powers they discovered. The four of them sat around the table, digging into a large dinner that their helpers had brought them. Rhae had a plate piled with food, including roasted pork, a pile of roasted vegetables and a thick sweet gravy poured over the mountain of food. It was delicious, she mostly ate mead or cakes, the basic things she could get at taverns or in shops. Even when she ate like a Queen at the palace, it was not comparable to the flavour and spices of the food in front of her. By the happy moans and bright expressions, she could tell the others felt the same. With a hal

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.

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