Livin' on A Prayer

And our food storage. This afternoon the bishopric announced that there had been an imaginary earthquake yesterday and the Stake Presidency has challenged us to live off of our food storage for 6 days.

I. Am. So. In!

Here are the rules I am setting for myself. If it is in the house we can eat it. If it grows in the yard, we can eat it (too bad I haven't planted a garden this year.) We will be drinking water from the faucet. The milkman comes on Wednesday, I am still going to get milk but I will not open the new bottles until Saturday night - that means from Thursday to Saturday I will have to use my wits and my freezer. Electricity and all of my appliances and kitchen gadgets are approved. Seriously, there is no reason to be extreme.

I am so glad that my bomb shelter food storage room looks like this:(Hey, I just moved in)

And that I adhere to the food storage maxim "Store what you eat, eat what you store." Trader Joe's I love you!
And that I have plenty of sweeteners.
Challenges I foresee:

I tried to get to the Farmer's market yesterday for fresh veggies but I kept getting sidetracked by garage sales and I never made it. We have very little fresh veggies right now.

Trader Joe's did NOT have any flour tortillas last night so I will have to make my own. Not the same.

When I went to get eggs at the farm this week, they only had 1 dozen so I have 10 eggs for a week of living off of food storage. Maybe my friends that have chickens will bring me a housewarming gift of eggs? Gifts totally count.

I only have 1 bag of chocolate chips.

I have kinda been dipping into the food storage since we put the old house on the market to save money as well as to make more room so some of the things I THOUGHT we had we may have eaten.

Let the games begin.

P.S. The Bishopric is glad that we all survived the earthquake.

Humble Pie

For the Scout's Blue & Gold Banquet tonight the boys are supposed to bring a cake to the Father and Son Cake Decorating Contest, the theme is American ABC's. Moose and Commander C came up with the idea of "As American as baseball and apple pie." So they are making a baseball cake and an apple pie. I let them do it all until it came to the apples and It was going to take forever so I sliced the apples because the suspense was killing me. Oh, and Commander C sliced his finger when peeling the apples and the blood made me woozy.
Look at this pie. The first pie they have ever made. This pie made with a Betty Crocker Pie Crust Mix is a better looking pie than all of the best parts of all the pie I have ever made, combined. My pride is hurt. A friend pointed out that now I can turn pie making over to them and retire.
If their baseball cake turns out better than my cake decorating escapades I will be very, very humbled. Humble Apple Pie anyone?
****Update****
The pie was very yummy.

Mixed Bag

The good news is I don't need a filling.
The better news is that there isn't a crack in the existing filling.
The great news is that I don't need a root canal.
The really great news is that the diagnosis is gum line sensitivity and recommended treatment is re-calcification.
The bad news is I will still have pain and sensitivity for a while and I didn't get to lecture anyone about HMO's, mercury amalgam fillings or the AMA/ADA.