Survival Food

Last night, Martin and I packed up some homemade chili and hot cornbread and drove to the neighbors’ house for dinner.  It was so much fun – like we were going out for dinner!  Well sort of.  Our neighbors are elderly and so full of spirit.  They always leave me feeling energized.

We would be those really nutty people huddled around the fireplace with freezing temperatures outside.  I say nutty because, well, we all had big bowls of ice cream balanced in our hands as we stood there.

They gave us this:

As you know, we got snowed out of our house.  We got home really late at night, and it was so dark and cold.  Martin shoveled; I shivered.  That can that now lives in the tire house with us holds 2.5 pounds (over a kilo) of oatmeal!  It’s actually created and sold as survival food.

I still can’t quite decide… was this gift a joke or were they serious?

Some fun new personal journals are at Gadanke.  I had so much fun making these because I was thinking about our neighbors’ stories, my grandma’s stories that inspired Gadanke, and all the stories deep in our hearts, waiting to be heard.  Waiting to be loved.

These journals are {She} journals – the 1.1 style, and now they’re filled with all kinds of yummy extras.

They have their own name now:

{She:  Me, My Heart, My World}

I always wonder about the stories going into these little books.  Could someone else be journaling about survival food?

What do you think?  Have a beautiful weekend.

Around here?  I don’t know.  Maybe we’ll be having oatmeal…