Survival Skills From the 1990s
Better.
You have to remember survival skills in the 1990s.
I try to buy food for the week at food fairs. I go to the stores with a social bent. The crisis hit everyone. Sometimes I cooperate with neighbors and shop together at the food depot, I don't buy semi-finished products.
I make minced meat and dumplings myself and put them in the freezer. I've learned to make a delicious stew in pots. I take grains and flour by weight. I've come to the conclusion that it's cheaper to take a whole chicken.
I also save on bags and carry a string bag in my handbag. In summer and fall I buy vegetables at the market. I make pickles, preserves, conserves and dry various herbs. The grandchildren enjoy fishing in the summer.
My dear Grandma Alberto taught me all this. A pure peasant. Reasonable, complete.
She taught me, when I was still a little boy, not to attack, to choose the lesser of two evils, because it will backfire. I didn't understand much of what she said, but it all stuck in the child's head and soul. She knew all the flowers, herbs and mushrooms. She could distinguish the voices of birds and the tracks of animals. She even plowed the earth into the walls instead of horses. She overcame all the difficulties, sorrows and disappointments together with her country.
As long as the memory of our deceased relatives lives on, so do they. Be eternal, grandmothers. My days are fleeting, on the threshold of a new spring.
Does that make any sense to you?
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