Pretty sure I haven’t read that book since I was 5….but if memory serves, the theme is about making do (reads blurb….it’s about not being greedy too….interesting….can we send copies to every GOP presidential candidate for Christmas?).
We’re doing that and then some this week, and the learning that’s occurring as we go…well, that’s borderline shameful, because it brings to light how very much we/I piss away money when we’re not paying attention; but rather than self-flagellate, we’ll just stick with the learning experience mindset. Good? Good.
I consider social media’s “be thankful for something every day in November” thing to be rather cheese danish, but I can’t deny that I’m more grateful this year, when we have about the least we’ve had in ages. The perspective is so damn jarring, and it’ll definitely dictate how we move forward, both because of and in spite of our current poverty sitch.
When we grocery shop of late, the calculator comes out, because we have a very specific dollar amount to work with. Impulses and treats slip into the cart, and go right back out again. Convenience takes a backseat too…sure, I could grab that box of snacks, but if we need them badly enough, I can make something from scratch for cheaper. This reasoning is unintentionally two-fold, as I don’t actually have the time to make a lot from scratch lately, so we must not need them that badly. Waistline plateau safe. Well, as safe as it can be this week.
There will be Thanksgiving. Still not sure if family is going to visit, but they know it won’t be a huge feast. We found a turkey that was safe for our ethics and our wallet. I’ll make au gratin potatoes and bacon brussels sprouts, and maybe rolls. The requisite Apple Butter Pumpkin Pie is in progress, using Paula Deen’s recipe with Ashley English’s pie crust; Les loves that sucker. We won’t have nearly as many leftovers this year, but we’re definitely not hard-up.
I panicked hard last week. That’s the long and short of it. Having to cancel the Hickory Nut Gap Farm turkey really did feel a little like cancelling Thanksgiving. We have been going to them since we moved here. We order the bird ahead of time, get on their list, and the weekend before Thanksgiving, we drive out to Fairview to pick it up. It’s pricey, like $4.99 a lb or more, but you’re getting a bird that hung out in a pasture its whole shortish life and was well cared for; HNG is a really excellent farm and I haven’t had a complaint yet about their meats. Les is over the moon for their breakfast sausage.
The concept must be gaining significant popularity, because even though I cancelled, I got a call from them on Saturday night asking about us, because the fresh birds were already gone and they were down to their frozen stash. We were, ironically, at Whole Foods when they called, finding a suitable bird. Which was also an education, because we were originally looking at just breasts, because you think smaller size, smaller price tag; but at $4.59 a lb vs $2.69 a lb for a whole bird, I quickly turned to the smaller whole ones, since I’ll then stick the carcass on the stove for a day and make stock now. Man, I love homesteading.
Thing is, when poverty is dictating your choices, it doesn’t change your ethics. We could have saved a rather significant sum actually, if we’d gone to Ingles (our regular grocery store…perfectly nice outfit, but, well, you’ll see in a minute…). They’re running a deal this week: buy $25 worth of stuff and get 57 cents a pound on your turkey. Holy crap, you say, where do I get in line? But for 57 cents a pound, you’re getting a CAFO bird that was likely injected with sodium and gods-only-know what else, and that just ain’t how we roll anymore. I’m more than OK with that.
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