Friday, November 29, 2013

A Misdirected Life

An online friend at cheaprvliving, reminded me today that I should update my blog.  I was a little chagrin to know, he was right.  I have not abandoned my blog. I have touched on this subject in previous posts, but I have only lightly glossed over everything I have been through.  I've also had just a bit of trouble putting into words all of the turmoil that has been my life. Since 2011, when I lost both my Mother and Uncle, a mere four months apart, there has been no constant.  Before that my life was still in turmoil, but it was a good kind of turmoil. Turmoil that I created myself. And I still had close family available.  In 2009, I decided to simplify the life I was living and hated.  I went through the process of shedding the house and all of the crap in my life. By mid 2010, I was about ready to start my new life. While I was in this process, I was temporarily staying with at my mothers.  I had my van and was setting it up to live and travel in.  At the time, I knew I had some medical problems that would not let me sustain that life forever.   I had planned on a few years of travel and then a piece of rural land and an RV somewhere. Probably with me in one corner and my Uncle in the other. Especially since it looked like we both planned to be single the rest of our lives.  Towards the latter part of 2010, my mother had a heart attack on top of other medical problems. At the hospital they told us to call hospice. Believe me, there were "death panels" even before Obamacare.  We chose not to give up on her and bought her some more time by changing hospitals. Granted it was not but another 8 months, but without hospital intervention we would not have had that. My brother and I both put everything in our life on hold for that last 8 months. My brother owned a house in Shreveport, LA, just six blocks from LSU Medical center.  We changed city and state to see that she was close to the best care she could get. And we proceeded to enjoy what time we had left with her.  For 6 months we had quality time with her.  For the last two it was quality but tough. My mother passed early in April of 2011. 

My mother owned a 2500 sq ft Antebellum home with an equal basement below, all full of stuff.  None of us cared for the house or where it was at, but we now had the duty of disposing of all that remained.   Out of my Mother's four children, she had two that know their responsibility to family, one that lives in denial of bad ever happening, besides having her own family to deal with, and one that is a waste of life.  My oldest, younger brother and I are the two that know that we have a responsibility to our family.  We did that responsibility as best we could to take care of our mother.  Once she had past, my brother was no longer emotionally capable of helping with all that remained.  You see, he was her favorite. If she had decided to rob a bank, right or wrong, he would have driven the get away car for her. They were that close.  For his sanity he needed to move back where he was living before and throw himself into work. I was left with all that remained.

In Aug, 2011, on what would have been my mother's 70th birthday, I was trying to make some progress in clearing out her house.  The temperature was triple digits hot.  Due to the extreme heat, we had a power outage.  It was too hot to stay in that old house with it's 15 foot ceilings.  After calling the power company to find it would be the middle of the night before power could be restored, I called my Uncle Randy. I thought I would go visit him and stay at his house till power was restored at my Mother's.  Instead he suggested we go to the casino. You know the rest of this story from my previous blog post.  My Uncle died that night with me just minutes behind him.

I am the oldest of the the next generation of our family. My brother, after me,  is another nine years younger.   I have always held a unique position in our families dynamics.  I am only seven years younger than my youngest uncle.  I was only nine years younger than my Uncle Randy.  I spent many years with my grandparents growing up.  Which in turn made my uncles more like my brothers.  I also spent a couple of years with Randy as my guardian, so then you can add father figure to the list.   All of that added together with the fact that Randy and I were the most alike and both single. We spent lots of time hanging out together.  If I wanted to jump and run on a trip somewhere I would call Randy and see if he wanted to go and visa versa. Beside being related we were genuinely friends.   Since Randy was a widower that never had children, the responsibility of his estate fell to me.  So I now had two estates full of stuff to deal with.  We are talking beyond an ordinary amount of stuff.  Between my mother and uncles they had a running joke in the family.  He who dies with the most stuff, WINS. Fortunately the winner is still alive and has his own family when that time comes.  It has been just over two years and I am finally down to an 8x12 portable garage full of stuff.  Everything but this last remaining bit has been dealt with.  I bought this place about a year ago but this month I finally get to start living permanent in my RV.  I no longer have to see to things elsewhere. 

One of the reasons I skipped right on to the RV is that all of this has taken a toll on my already fragile health. I don't usually dwell on the negatives in my life or complain about my medical problems.  But I will take a moment to briefly gloss over them.  Barring accidents, everyone in my family, on both sides, have genetically bad hearts. They all die fairly early in life. My oldest uncle died at 56 of congestive heart failure. His first bypass was at 38.  He is the most extreme case, but none of us make it to 70.  My mother got the closest at 69. I personally know I only have about another 15 years, at best!  Then we get to the emotional aspect of the last two years. I still have some family left, but my core family is gone.  I love my kids but they have lives of their own they need to live. That is how it should be and I don't need to be trying to live vicariously through them. My brother has his life and business in a very urban city which I could never tolerate living in. My last remaining uncle has his own life and family with a wife that we have all just tolerated through the years.  She has kind of alienated him from the rest of the family. When my mother and Randy died so close together. My youngest uncle made a statement to me that he felt excluded by them.  What he never realized is that his wife did that for him. But if she makes him happy, I'm all for it.  I am not a naturally trusting person, so the list of people I truly call my friends are a bare handful.  They are scattered all over, like my family. I love where I live, but I don't know anyone. I still talk to friends and family on the phone, on a regular basis. Am I saying the problem is loneliness.... not really, I like solitude.  That being said, I am not an introvert either. I know part of the problem is my limited physical abilities.   But the main problem is that I'm at a bit of a lost without the family that grounded me. I find it easier to accept my mother's death because it followed through to the natural conclusion of her life.  But I think, after two years I am still angry that Randy was taken before his time. Family has always been one of the most important aspect of my life.  And now that it's limited and scattered, I am left wondering ...where do I go from here.

Until the events of 2011, I have always tried to keep my posts positive and upbeat. The last two years there just has not been much to say that could be considered positive, so I have said nothing at all.  From here on out I will try to do better.
 

Monday, April 8, 2013

Single Frugality

I like being single but it is hard work.  Have you ever noticed most everything in the grocery stores are designed for a family of 2.5 plus pet.  And if it is not then it cost you double or more.  Today I was grocery shopping and had milk on my list.  For me to buy milk is a rarity.  I use Nido or evaporated milk for most of my cooking.  But cold cereal just doesn't work with either of those.  And sometime I'd just like to drink a little cold milk.   I usually buy a pint of milk,  have my cereal and drink the rest.  Right now in my grocers, milk is $1.29 pint.  Today I realized that makes that milk $10.32 per gallon.  That's a little hard to take when I could buy a gallon for $3.91. Well penny pincher that I am, I had to buy the gallon.

Now  it will take me a month or more to use that gallon of milk. So my solution to preservation was to also buy 2 of the 12 oz/8pks of pepsi in bottles (on sale).  Pepsi is something I also drink and would have bought it anyway.  I usually buy the 16.9 oz bottles, but the 12 oz was a better size for my milk use.  I am now pouring those 12oz pepsi's into a 16.9 oz bottle to drink (so I don't drink out of them) and then washing the 12oz bottle for the milk.

As each bottle is filled, it then goes in the freezer.  Yes, you can freeze milk. I know this because I had an uncle that worked for Formost.  I drank previously frozen milk for years.  Formost milk is a little richer than most. So when thawed it tastes just like any other milk.  Most frozen store brand milk will be a little richer than 2% but not quite as rich as whole milk that has not been frozen. Either way for $6.41 difference, it will work for me.

Now if you can use whole gallons but still want to freeze it when it is on sale.  There are a couple of thing you should know.  First you can't freeze it in it's original container.  There is no room for it to expand.  With the 12oz bottles I leave enough room for the liquid to expand when it freezes.  Second, even if that container had room it won't take freezing well. You can freeze it,  but if you bump it, it will break most of the time.  Different plastic than the soda bottle.

I just spent the last couple of days re-packaging meat and canning some peach jam from a #10 can of peaches. No I did not buy a #10 can of peaches. A friend had it left over from when she sold her food concession business last year and was going to throw it away.  I hate waste, but there was no way either of us could eat a whole #10 can of peaches.  I took it anyway and looked at it for a couple of weeks before I decided that I would make peach jam and peach butter out of it.  I now have 3 pints plus a half pint of peach jam and 4 half pints of peach butter.  I will share those with her and we will both have plenty of jelly. 

If you are single you can either spent more money than a family would on the same amount of food.  Or you can learn to do some creative preservation. Which is work.

NOTE:  ... And before I get into ecological trouble about the single serve plastic bottles.  I do recycle what I don't re-use.  I don't like the taste of cans and the 16.9oz bottles are cheaper than the 1 & 2 liter. Also they don't go flat before I can drink it all. I am not green or a prepper, but I am aware. If you are aware you will be a little of both. When you buy those one or two items, you will tell them to keep the bag. When food is on sale, you will stock up.  If everyone would just make a little difference, as a whole it would make a lot of difference. Maybe not utopia, but better.

 And  Further more I also know soda pop is not good for me but we all have our vices.  Pepsi is mine, it could be worse.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Life on the Ranch

Now that I have my own little square of dirt and a mobile efficiency apartment, called an RV... it doesn't mean I am settled yet.  I still have loose ends to tie up on my uncles estate and still more stuff to deal with from both estates.

Remember I said stuff owns you.... yes, well I still have stuff from both estates that needs to be stored and protected for a bit more.  It sure won't fit into my travel trailer, so my solution was a 12x20x8 "garage in a box" by shelterlogic. I read lots of mixed reviews on it but it was the most reasonable temporary solution I could find.  I don't know about longevity yet but I am still pretty impressed.  It gets a bit windy here on the ranch and the canopy has so far withstood wind gusts up to 30 mile an hour.  My ez-up is now nothing but a twisted, mangled frame but the "garage" stands there like a great green blob. I think one of the reasons for the mixed reviews,  If you don't put it up correctly, it is not going to work.  The advertised construction time is optimistic not factual. And you will need a drill to reline some of the misaligned bolt holes.  Otherwise it was not to bad to construct it. We also added tie down straps from the top of the frame to the ground anchors on the four corners. Now we just have to wait and see how long it lasts but for 360.00 and tax, storage is getting cheaper every day.

Life on the Ranch this past 8 months has been a long series of camping trips with luxuries. Even though I still somewhat live in my uncles house. I prefer to be on the Ranch whenever I can. So I have made quite a few 100 mile trips between the two, always hauling a bit more stuff up with me.  The first couple of months at the Ranch was without electricity... now that was an adventure. I had an inverter in the truck to keep electronics charged and used kerosene lamps at night. The next couple of months was on a generator and finally I now have electricity.  Water for the moment is supplied by a 300 gallon water tank sitting behind the trailer and the trailer's self contained water system.  I have yet to decide if I want the city water or a well.  Septic was already on location. 

Life here still has its day to day complications like any other lifestyle but I think they will slow down once I get everything set up and running.  The trailer I bought had been in storage for 4 years prior.  During that time squirrels had gotten into the storage bins and eaten into the water lines in a couple of spots, so those had to be fixed. The gas tank lines to the propane tanks work but they have gotten hard and need to be replaced.  Also here lately I have had really bad refrigerator juju.  The refrigerator at my uncles house has been on the fritz.  It works intermittently and runs all of the time so I bought a new 3.5 cu ft as a temporary replacement.  It quit 3 days later so I took it back.   I did not want to replace the big refrigerator so close to moving and I still had the freezer. I decided I could live with that till I got electricity on the ranch. Once I got the power to the trailer, that fridge ran for 2 days and quit getting cold.  I could not find a 10 cu ft locally to replace it so I now have a 4 cu ft left over from food concession days.  So far it's working fine and surprisingly doesn't look beat up.  And the one that is still in the wall makes for a good additional storage pantry. 

This travel trailer is surprisingly roomy, although not a lot of storage.  My friend has a 40 ft that has much more storage but it feels cramped to me. I like the more open feel of this trailer. That is too funny coming from someone who was prepared to live in a van. It's funny that I am clostrophic but I really like living in small places.  I think that has a lot to do with my grandparent, who did almost the same thing I am doing now. Once the kids were grown. They got rid of the house, moved into a travel trailer with a half acre.  They lived between that half acre and south Texas till they both got to old to travel.  Once my grandfather died my grandmother continued on in the travel trailer. The only difference was that she would spend a little time with each of us. She spent 7 or 8 month parked at my house. It was a joy to have her there and my son got to spend quality time with his great grandmother.  I don't plan on pulling this RV up and down the road, but I hope to have more quality time now that I no longer have to maintain a big hulking house, yard and all of the stuff in it.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

As The World Turns....

Remember that old soap opera?  It was retired in 2010 as the second longest running soap opera.  Not that I am a fan of soaps, but it seemed an appropriate title for my life this past two or three years. Ever changing and always dramatic.  I really dislike drama.  I have just a bit more to go I think and then maybe life will settle down for me.  Hopefully then, I can post here more regularly.

I started this blog because I wanted to travel and live in my little van.  I still do, but with rising gas prices and a steadily declining economy.. I don't think that is going to be an option. So on to plan B.  Adaptability is the catch word for my life.  I still want to live more simply.  I still don't think I need that 1700 sq ft house that I only lived in 200 sq ft of.  And I still don't need a bunch of possession that own me.  Yes... truly .... you do not own stuff.. it owns you.  You have to wash it... house it... protect it.  All of that energy just to say you own it.  After almost two years of dealing with the estates of my uncle and mother..... I am sick of stuff. 

But I digress, back to explaining plan B.  After much refection on what to do with myself in my declining years. I knew I just wanted to be where I would not be told what to do and when to do it. And all I needed to live in was a travel trailer.  To start I found a 36 foot travel trailer with a slide.  This gives me 330 sq foot of living space. Plenty for me! Next I needed somewhere to put this thing.  No, I'm really am not social enough to live in an RV hell (resort).  So some unrestricted rural property was what I started looking for. Even the large state of Texas, UNRESTRICTED small acreage is not easy to find.  I can live anywhere, but If I am going to be stationary, I did not want to leave Texas.  I also did not want the humidity of south Texas or the extreme heat of west Texas, so with my boundaries set at the northeastern quarter of Texas I started looking and looking and looking. You get my point. After months of searching, traveling to view and researching property history,  I finally found a home for the travel trailer. The horror stories I could tell about some of the properties I viewed could make it's own blog.  Let just say I know where there is some swamp land for sale.

The property I found is 1.52 acres.... a bit more than I needed but it fit most of my other criteria.  It is only 5 miles from a grocery store. I looked at one property that was 20 miles from the nearest gas station.  That one was a bit too rural.  This place had been a homestead at one time before so most of the infrastructure was in place or could be brought back into use.  It did not require any clearing.  The towns population is around 4500, But if I need the convenience of city life there is a large one 22 miles away.  The price was reasonable.  I spent some time in the town before I bought the property and found the people to be friendly and helpful.  After 8 months that has not seemed to change

So I guess my blog is now going to be about homesteading in an travel trailer.  In honor of my uncle I have decided to call the place "Randy's Ranch"  If he were alive now he would have been rubbing his hand together and planing which corner would be his.  I think he would have liked this place.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Death Travels Beside You


 Randy Arthur Bradley
1950 - 2011


I know I have been behind in my posts again, but this has been a very intense and emotional time for my family and I. From my previous posts you know that my mother died in April 2011 after an illness in which my brother and I cared for her. In August 2011, my uncle (her brother) was killed in a horrendous auto accident involving two 18-wheelers. Until now we were advised not to talk about the accident. This past week we mediated and settled with one of the trucking companies. As for the other trucking company?... They don't feel like they are responsible for dumping hundreds of gallons of Sodium Hydroxide (lye) on my uncle. We think they are. We are not motivated by money. There is no amount in which it would restore the relationship we have lost with our loved one. However; money is the only avenue in which we can hold them accountable for such a tragedy. We as a family would like inform the public to the danger of what is traveling on the highway with them, and how it could impact their life as it did ours.

It is very hard for me to put in words everything my family and I have endured this past 10 months. But if it saves one life it will be worth any tears I cry as I write this.

Last August I was at my mother's house trying to clear up some of my Mother's affairs. We had her house on the market and there were details to take care of. It was not a good day to began with, as it would have been her 70th birthday. In the afternoon the area had a power outage. After I called the power company and found that power would not be restored until 2am. I called my Uncle Randy. You see, Randy was not the holiday type uncle. He never had kids of his own. So every kid in the family was like his own child to him. He was 10 when I was born. He has held the capacity of Uncle, Father, Brother and most of all, my friend. We hung out and worked together, so it was only natural for me to call him. I think he needed a diversion from grief also because he suggested we go to the Casinos in Shreveport while we waited for them to restore power on an extremely hot August day. In not to long Randy arrived at my Mother's and I rode with him to Shreveport. We spend most of that time hanging out together playing the same machine and rooting for each other to get the jackpot. At shortly after midnight we went to the casino restaurant since all we had consumed for several hours was coke and coffee.

I have to pause here and tell you about our dining experience, since it describes the way Randy was his whole life. We sat and placed our order, then Randy left for the restroom. There was an older lady dining alone in the booth behind me. She had just gotten her appetizer of onion rings. As Randy passed, he smiled and told her "Those onion rings look awesome, young lady" Needless to say, while he was gone the lady came over to me and asks to share her onion rings with him. This was a common occurrence with Randy. He never met a stranger. And I have never seen anyone NOT respond to him, he was just so happy go lucky, you couldn't help but like him.

When we were though eating we left and returned to Mother's house. We arrived just before 2am. Once there, we found that the power was still not on. So I called the power company again. As I listened to their canned recording for the new service restore time, Randy said he was going to the house and I responded that I would be right behind him. In only about a minute I was told that the estimated time of repair was now 4am. So I went up stairs, locked the door and then drove out of the drive that Randy had left less that 5 minutes before. There is no doubt that we will take the same route. I-20 is a common route for our family because it connects all of the small towns in the area where a majority of my family lives. So once on I-20 I set my cruise for 65.

As I neared the truck stop on the east side of Longview, traffic slowed and came to a dead stop. This effectively pinned me in gridlock because I was in the inner lane. No one was moving and everyone was leaving their cars. So I got out and ask a truck driver if he knew what was ahead because I was on one side of a hill and the accident was on the other. He told me there were two 18-wheelers turned over across the interstate. And this is where the nightmare began.

I got back in my car and tried to call Uncle Randy but got no answer. The first call I didn't panic, even though it was strange for him not to warn me of the accident. I thought maybe he got past it, so I tried calling the house although I knew he'd not had time to reach it. As I redialed and prayed, redialed and prayed I kept trying to come up with reasons for him not to answer. I made a desperate attempt not to panic. This is called denial. In the mean time I was trapped with a car in front of me and one in back. I knew I couldn't leave my car and cause another accident, but I knew something was seriously wrong even though I kept making excuses. I finally left my car again and asked the same truck driver if there were any passenger cars involved. He informed me he thought there was a pickup truck involved. I knew then! I returned to my car as others were shifting their cars behind me. I was finally free of the gridlock, so I pulled into the inside ditch and drove over the hill and this is close to what I saw.





I am not entirely sure how I got from the inside ditch to the access road beside the interstate, but I did. I caught the first uniform I saw and ask them the make and model of the pickup. I wanted someone.... anyone.... to tell me I was wrong about what I was seeing. Once the Officer informed me my uncle was dead. I called in the family. We spent several hours standing beside the interstate with my uncle lying dead in the seat of his truck. They could not remove his body because of all of the caustic soda. It was up to the wheels on his truck. In fact he was still in the truck when the above photo was taken because it was breaking daylight before he was removed. That night was a horror that I hope no one else EVER has to endure. My cousin only lives a mile or two from this site. On property that originally belonged to my grandparents. She must pass by this and be reminded of that night on a daily basis.

Now that you understand how we came to be at this spot in time that night, I will tell you about the accident itself. Two 18-wheelers were traveling in the eastbound lane of I-20. One was transporting cars. The second was hauling six 500 or 1000 gallon plastic vats of liquid Sodium Hydroxide. Or in laymen terms LYE, caustic soda. At the very least; he was exposed to 3000 gallons of lye. The transport driver hit the chemical truck in the rear end and by the skid marks they started to go towards the right ditch until they swerved sharply left indicating that the chemical truck driver jerked his steering wheel hard left. This caused both trucks to break though the cable barrier in the median that the State of Texas claims will hold an 18-wheeler. It will NOT, they took out two sections of it. Both trucks came to rest across both lanes of westbound I-20 at the bottom of a hill, The chemical truck was on its side spilling capricious amounts of lye on to the highway toward oncoming traffic. My uncle had the misfortune to be traveling westbound down that hill. According to his skid marks he tried to stop but there was not enough dry pavement before he was hydroplaning on sodium hydroxide, yards from the chemical truck itself. My uncle's truck slammed into the chemical truck on the driver's side causing him to be literally drowned in lye.

We realize that the transport truck initially started the tragic chain of events that night. And they have owned their responsibility. It is our belief; the chemical truck perpetuated it with blind panic. If he had maintained control, both 18-wheelers would have most likely remained on the eastbound side of I-20. Saving the life of someone many people held dear.

As I stated earlier, that night was the beginning of the nightmare. Little did we know it would continue in the months to come. It began it at the funeral home; the judge had ordered an autopsy to determine cause of death. Nowhere could they perform an autopsy. My uncle was too toxic. No one had the ventilation system to handle it. All they could do was a visual exam and blood toxicology. His report states "indications of head and chest trauma" and "excessive exposure to Sodium hydroxide", "alcohol and drugs negative" We will never know what really killed him or how long and to what extent he suffered. Research shows sodium hydroxide in the amount he was exposed to; has the potential to explode the heart.

The next thing we had to endure was his cremation. No one in my family has ever been cremated. But we were not given much choice; again he was just too toxic. We were not allow a viewing or even to be near him to say goodbye.

Then comes the lawyers, unfortunately it is the only way to make someone accountable for their actions. We agreed to a pre-suit mediation in an attempt to have some closure. The transport company quickly owned up to their responsibility and we hammered out an agreement. I know they think they paid too much and we will always think they paid too little. We would return every dime and more if they could bring my uncle back. Through the whole mediation process we had to work around the fact that the chemical company wanted $300,000 for the loss of their truck. But we worked around it and got it settled. Then it was time to mediate with the chemical company. Initially, for whatever the reason, they felt compelled to offer our family $5000. We respectfully declined their pathetic offering. Later, they increased this "offering" to $10,000. Nowhere in my world is a truck worth $300,000 and a life $10,000.

Would you like to know the name of the company that values life at $10,000. It is Cudd Pressure Control. A company rumored to travel mostly at night. I wonder if it has anything to do with weight scales being closed late at night? 

Open reprint permission: Please feel free to share this where ever you think it will serve the public as a caution to avoid these trucks. Especially where people like or are required to travel at night.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Table for One, Please!

Here is the post I promised on what to do with that dehydrated food I talked about in the previous post. I am also going to include some more visual and "fanny" research that I've done since the last post.

Let's start with the additional dry food I found locally.  I found that Drug Emporium carries a pretty wide selection of organic foods. Among these is a wide selection of dried fruits, like mangos, blueberries, strawberries and many other more common fruits. They also had a few dried vegetables that could be put to use in stews and such.  The fruit also had the added advantage of not having any added sugar, unlike the store brands.  My local health food store also had a few things that I picked up, some honey granules and some dry soup mixes where the ingredients were packaged separately. I live in a relatively small town so my sources are limited. Depending on where you are, your possibilities may be more readily available.

So now you have some dry food, what to do with it?  In it's current form it doesn't look very appetizing. The first thing you need to know about cooking dried foods is that it's not instant.  It takes some planning ahead.  You will have to soak those potatoes in water for a bit before you can pan fry them. If you want onions in it you must throw them in with the potatoes too. If you are making a soup or stew then it's just a matter of a longer cooking time.  Dried foods lend themselves to soups the best, but that doesn't mean you can't use them other ways. You can use most dried foods any way you would use fresh, if you understand that their texture maybe slightly different.

If you chose to live in a van, hopefully you planned for how you were going to cook. If you didn't choose it, then maybe this will help. The last few days I have been experimenting with minimal cooking. The one that intrigued me the most was thermos cooking. I own this Thermos (17.00 at walmart). It's not the cadillac of thermoses but neither is it the spiderman lunch box variety (which won't work).  According to some of the sites I read, this is not the best one to use because of the wide mouth top and heat loss.  I did not find this to be true. Also I did somethings intentionally less than perfect.  I started with a simple chicken noodle soup that had dried carrots, noodles, and powdered soup base.  Everything I read said to preheat the thermos with boiling water... I used hot tap water.  But I did use boiling water when I actually made the soup. In 20 minutes I had chicken noodle soup.  Everything was done, but the carrots still had just a hint of crispiness to them.  My next try I used Bear Creek potato soup mix, lately I have been craving a good potato soup.  These soup mixes make a half gallon of soup... waaay too much for me.  The first order was to divide this into four snack size bags (1 cup each).  This mixed with two cups of water will make enough for 1 hearty appetite or 2 smaller ones. Since I am in the latter category I chose to divide one of those bags in half again.  Once again I used hot tap water to preheat the thermos, then used boiling water and the soup mix for making the actual soup. After adding the soup mix (water first), I sealed the thermos and put it's cap on, then gave it a good shake. My final step was to roll it in a towel and lay it on it's side. Laying it on the side gives you more even cooking.  For the next three hours I basically ignored it, except for an occasional shake. When I opened the thermos I had a nice creamy potato soup that was still entirely too hot to eat.  This was my first experience with Bear Creek brand soups, but I have to say this one was surprisingly good for prepackaged.  My only complaint was that it was a bit shy on the potatoes. To remedy this deficiency, I added a heaping spoonful of dried hash brown potatoes to the next batch I cooked. Much better, but I can also see this with some added bacon bits.

As a family of one, I can see great potential for thermos cooking and dried foods. Some of the things I envision making in the thermos are broccoli and rice casserole, mac and cheese, pot roast for one and of course soups. Almost anything that can be cooked in a crock pot would work this way. Also this could be useful in extreme situations, such as being without cooking facilities.  In theory you should be able to fill a thermos with water and heat it in the sun on the dash. Although I should add a few words of caution here. A thermos on the dash has the potential to become extremely hot, don't grab it with bare hands.  Also never leave it unattended. In doing this you have created your own miniature pressure cooker.  If it gets too hot, the pressure inside will build and it will push the top off with force. This is a polite way of saying that it will explode all over your dash or worse. Anyway it is something I will experiment with in the future.

Ultimately this experiment proved to me that my thermos will now go where I do.  It also shows that dehydrated food would be of great benefit to a vandweller. I don't mean just dried beans and rice, but also the more exotic staples such as powder whole eggs, whole milk and sour cream.  Am I going to live on dried foods alone, NO, but I will be sure to carry a basic supply of staples and vegetables.

If you are interested on learning more here are some reference links:
http://theboatgalley.com/thermos-cooking/
http://www.ehow.com/how_2275972_cook-thermos-save-energy-money.html


Here is a link that has some "just add water" mug recipes
http://ths.gardenweb.com/forums/load/recipex/msg0522281311215.html


And last is a link for a free downloadable shelf stable recipe book
http://foodstoragemadeeasy.net/2011/04/25/surprise-3-shelf-stable-cookbook/


on this last one keep in mind this was a member created book by proponents of survivalist food storage. Some of them still had a bit of problem thinking in terms of not having a fully stocked kitchen with all of the latest gadgets.  But it is still an amazingly good representation of what you can do with dried and shelf stable food.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Just Add Water

Years ago, I used to spend a couple of weeks dehydrating food for my son's yearly camping trip into the mountains with his uncle. My uncle would get all of the kids in the family, 5 or 6 at the time, load them in a van with tents and camping gear and off they would go for a couple of weeks.  We're not talking high tech camping in a state park, but primitive dispersed camping in the wilderness.  For this trip I would dehydrate fruits, vegetables and meats.

I am not a fan of prepackaged food or can soup. I would rather cook my own with the ingredients I want in it.  So I got to thinking about applying food dehydration to vandwelling. It seems it would be eminently suitable. It is light weight, compact and most re-hydrated things are almost as good as their fresh counterparts. Well thinking for me always equates to researching... so off to the internet I go.

The first thought is how are you going to get or dehydrate food? There are any number of instructables on solar food dehydrators. But this is not something I'm really interested in. So my choice would be to buy it. Unfortunately most of the suppliers of this type of product are survivalist, who want you to buy a years supply (or more) to feed a family of 4.  Although I have found a few where you can get stuff in smaller quantities. Another source for these products are backpacking suppliers. But here the quantities are so small and expensive as to be prohibitive. And then there are the gourmet food suppliers.  GOURMET equals at least double your money, so not much help there.

Ok so I have now done my "fanny" research (sitting on my butt behind the computer).  I thought it time to check out the local Walmart Supercenter.  Most of us eat dehydrated foods on a regular basis. When you buy that bag of noodles for a casserole, you are eating dehydrated food.  After a couple of hours wondering the aisles of the store, poking, prodding and inspecting products I had never paid attention to before and keeping in mind that I only wanted to prepare food for one with a small appetite.  I found that there is quite a bit you can get locally before you have to move on to more expensive or internet based suppliers. The first thing I can tell you is that the potatoes are covered. You can get dehydrated potatoes in almost any fashion you desire.  You just have to think outside of the box (pardon the pun).  That box of au gratin potatoes is nothing more than dehydrated potatoes, cheese powder, powder milk, powder spices, thickener and a few chemicals for good measure. Basically the same with just about any other flavor such as sour cream and chives. Once you have that box you can use those potatoes for about anything you want after you have re-hydrated them. Once re-hydrated you can pan fry them if you choose and save the cheese packet for something else. That box is also designed to feed a family of 3-4.  So as a solo, use only what you need and put the rest in a zipper bag, removing as much air as possible. Ok, now that we have covered the most abundant dried vegetable, and a different way to look at the packaging.  I will endeavor to list some more of the shelf stable items you can find in many local stores.

Whole Milk Powder - Nido - Generally found in the Spanish food section -- Plentiful in the south, not sure about in the north.

Some other useful items found in the Spanish food sections are tomato/chicken, cilantro, garlic and onion bullion. Bullion cubes last for years, but go lightly as they are full of sodium.

There is dried fruit and nuts in the snack section, many of which could be re-hydrated for desserts and smoothies.

Buttermilk powder - in the baking section along with that nasty non-fat powered milk (ok, so some might actually like it).

There are the noodles mentioned earlier and instant rice now comes in white or brown... I know, not as good for you as the other... but the object of this exercise is small portion, light, compact, eatable, shelf stable food.

In the spice section you can get, dried celery, chopped onions, dried chives, among other more commonly used spices.  Oh, and there is Molly Butter which won't give you actual butter but will give you butter flavor.

Let us not forget beef jerky and bacon bits.  I know many would be tempted by the "real" bacon bits.  Don't they won't last as long as the imitation.  The imitation are tolerable if used for cooking with and actually impart more of a bacon flavor to your recipe.  There are some more shelf stable meats available in the grocery but they usually spoil shortly after you open them. Remember I am looking for long term stability. Things that will last at least a month or more. I don't think I would want to eat shelf stable bacon after it had been open and without refrigeration for a month.

I am intentionally skipping the canned goods since most of them are not small enough proportioned for me. I am concentrating on items that you can use as much or as little as you wish and the remainder stays stable till further use.  The only one I will include is can cheese. You know the kind with the spout on top so that you can make fancy designs on your cracker.  This is real cheese that can be used for a variety of cooking applications. It generally comes in american, cheddar and sharp cheddar, it also needs no refrigeration.

What I did not find in the grocery was readily dehydrated quantities of carrots, broccoli, green beans, peas, some of the more obscure powders like tomato, butter, whole egg, and sour cream.  For those I found a couple of websites that deal in smaller quantities.  The first one sells it quart sizes... a quart of diced carrots at the moment is $6.45.  You have to remember these are dehydrated so you are talking around 3 quarts once they have been re-hydrated.  It would take me a few months to use that many carrots as a single person.  If I bought can carrots and discarded what I did not use, I would ultimately spend more that $6.45 for the equivalent amount.  Here is the link if you are interested in checking them out:  http://www.internet-grocer.net/2-half.htm  .  The other place I found has even smaller quantities and smaller prices, so that you could try some of the stuff before you bought for longer term. It is located here:  http://www.barryfarm.com/our_store.htm.  The items this place carries are a little more limited though.

The last dietary staple necessary for some (not all) is meat.  This one you will most likely have to bite the bullet and get in the #10 (gallon) can from a survivalist store.  The place above only carries canned meat and TVP (textured vegetable protein).  You can get actual freeze dried (another form of dehydration) meat and cheese at many survivalist stores.

Ok now that I have shown you where to get the dried food. My next post will deal with what to do with it once you have it ......... buen viaje (safe travels)