Unlike many I am blessed with a wife who believes in prepping wholeheartedly. When I arrived home after a long hard day at work for the most evil of evils, I was greeted at the door by a wonderful smell, although I could no place it. As I entered the kitchen I saw my lovely wife busy with a knife smashing and chopping cloves of garlic. She quickly dumped the tiny fragments of the seasoning into the crock pot full of refried beans and motioned me over while holding a spoon so sample what she called and often calls her cooking, the concoction. The boys at this point were somehow pried away from their computer games and stalked around the kitchen, with the old beagle Pookie and the new beagle puppy Lucy in tow. Literally Lucy jaws locked tight on my middle sons shorts growling and tugging at some unknown offence that the shorts had given. The pack of boys and dogs hid just around the corner of the kitchen waiting for their moment to sample the beans.
She wants to plant some of the pinto beans in our kiddie pool planters to see if we can get them to grow. I think we should sprout them first and maybe try a little green house action to get them started. All in all it was a super test of survival cooking, although she used Crisco not lard for the both the beans and tortillas, and storing oils is very hard. She used flour, salt, Crisco, pinto beans, onion, garlic, (and we added cheese).
Lessons learned: We need a good wheat grinder, more salt, some way to store oils.















