There's nothing I can do to make this photo, or this post, pretty.
It's just ugly survivalism. And boy, does it hurt, after the wonderful lessons my mouth learned during Eat Local August.
This is our stockpile, our hedge fund, our emergency rations, in the event of an avian flu pandemic.
It has to be preserved food, and since I didn't think about preserving very much local produce myself (I do have a freezer full of tomato sauce I made this summer, but that's about it), I've had to settle for Safeway and Long's Drugs and Costco.
You're not even seeing half of it. I have no idea how much food to store up, but I'm thinking right now we could get by for maybe six weeks without having to visit a store. In addition to the cans and packages you see here, we have dried beans, dried pasta, beef jerky, peanut butter, jugs of juice, evaporated milk... (That's even a bottle of hand sanitizer on the cracker box.)
The plan is to be able to avoid crowds, to not have to exchange contaminated cash, to prevent making just one fatal misjudgment.
Pedestrian food, for a couple of geezers who would rather not be pedestrians when the germs are a'swirlin'.
I know. Hyperdramatic.
Whatever. I've actually been known to eat stuff like this.
Update: Dr. Biggles, who is emphatically not frittering away time at work, has seen the light. Er, the not-light. He tinkered with my original color pic, and spookily turned it into black and white. It now replaces my first effort. Dr. Biggles, with his absolutely spot-on Rod Serling interpretation, is now officially Art Director of I'm Mad and I Eat. Eh, Doc?