You'd be surprised how well you can eat for a week without buying groceries.
Put that another way: I'd be surprised. And I was. Am.
It now looks as if we'll be able to finish off all the stored comestibles in less than two weeks.
Some stuff will remain cryogenically suspended, intentionally. I don't want to use up all the frozen tomato sauce before July, for instance, and I think the frozen vegetable broth is safe for now in the freezer.
But most of the leftovers — meat, mainly — have been accounted for.
Today for lunch Cranky made a most wondrous soup with half a small bag of chicken (there's still a whole bag left), some sautéed spring onions and sliced mushrooms, chicken stock that I made from frozen chicken bones, a splash of cream (still a little bit left of that, too), and seasonings.
The best thing about the soup — well, it was really delicious, so the second best thing — is that Cranky made it. He's very tentative about soup (and he's scared to death of my critiques, poor softy). I'm the soup-maker in this house.
But he did it all by himself and it was fantastic.
He's walking on air.