An army marches on its stomach!

[garmentgoddess]

Who: Everyone!
What: FOOD TIMES
Where: Kitchen
When: the 13th

For a few days beforehand, handwritten signs had been posted around the building and grounds. They were worded a little differently here and there, but they all followed the basic theme of getting together for preserving various foods. Do you like pickles? Jam? Pear vodka?

Thanks to a cabinet full of jars found during the cleaning, the fruits and such from the forest could be preserved for extended life. And Rene was waiting in the kitchen, eager to get started. Good thing they had a stove that could be lit with a match!

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[golonghorns]

One thing about Joel's removal to the Island that was fortuitous was that he happened to be carrying guns as the time. And bow and arrows. And Molotov cocktails, nail bombs, a three foot section of lead piping with broken scissors duct taped to the end...

Hunting was not a problem.

He'd seen the flyers and figured it would be good to lend a hand and so he came into the kitchen with a brace of creatures he had caught.

It was an eclectic mix of animals.

"Alright. Let's make some jerky. We, uh... we got salt?"

[garmentgoddess]

Well, this man was certainly an accomplished hunter. "Yes we do! All the salt is in these jars here." She had put them on a table near the sink, even if the sink wasn't working yet and they had to bring in all water from outside. "I found some measuring cups and spoons too, if you need those. But..."

She eyed the veritable zoo he had dragged in. "Would you entirely mind cleaning those outside? Fur and feathers aren't really good to be flying around a kitchen. But in the meantime I'll get whatever you need ready for you!"

[golonghorns]

"Hmmm."

He was inclined to say No, just because he was always inclined to say No when someone asked him to do things in a way that wasn't his way.

But, then again, this WAS a communal space and just because the Mansion was old and run down, that didn't mean he could mess it up further.

"Sure. Fine. We got a table cloth or somethin' so I don't get dirt and grit and whatnot in the meat?"

So long as someone had something to wash blood out of a tablecloth, that should be fine.

[garmentgoddess]

"Uh..." Rene looked around the room for anything he could use. "We're a little low on supplies, but we have some string. You could tie up the smaller ones from a tree, I guess." She was familiar with how things like chickens were slaughtered on farms, and knew that was an option, but she'd never seen it done herself...and she certainly hadn't seen any of those animals before.

[drawin_on_trees]

Skull Kid saw the signs. And Skull Kid was hungry.

"HELLOOOO!" He called as he entered the kitchen. "Somebody said there was food! I'm hungry!!"

[garmentgoddess]

"Hello!" Rene chimed. "We're going to be making food! Have you ever preserved anything before?"

[drawin_on_trees]

"Preserved? Like pickles? I like pickles." Mmm, pickles.

[garmentgoddess]

"Of course! We don't have any cucumbers right now, but we have other things to pickle. Have you ever had pickled onions? Or radishes?" Both those ingredients were on the table in front of her.

[drawin_on_trees]

Skull Kid gets as up close as he possibly can to the stuff on the table without actually putting his face in it. "I dunno, do they taste like pickles, too?

[garmentgoddess]

"Well...not like cucumber pickles. But you can pickle just about any vegetable. I've seen pickled eggs too." She didn't like them, but they were a viable option and she certainly wanted everyone to be aware of the choices. "You make them all pretty much the same way. First you make a brine of salt water, you sterilize the jars and lids by boiling them, you cut the ingredients and put them in the jars along with any flavors you want, like dill or garlic or cinnamon sticks." She pointed to each ingredient as she spoke. The dill was dry, but it would suffice in a pinch, as would the powdered garlic. "Then you pour the brine in and seal the jar."