I seem to be going through it a lot faster these days. . . . I've had to rely on my trained pigeons to communicate with long-distance friends and relatives. It's easier on my wrists, but it lacks a certain sense of immediacy. Meanwhile, I am exploring the possibilities of canned food. Nutritionists have bemoaned Americans' overreliance on canned food products for decades, but when push comes to shove, canned foods will save our bacon.
Most food is edible straight out of the can.
Of course, I'm running the risk of MSG poisoning, but the stack of water in the garage should help with that. Either she's taking a long time on the reply or she ate the pigeon. I'm rejoicing that at least I got acquainted with some of my manual kitchen equipment before the power went out. Whatever plugs into the wall is now dead plastic. No blender, no microwave, no toaster oven.