As of yesterday, my sister's boots are on the ground. She had the past weekend off, and was able to travel home. Her one wish: "to have some 'real food'."
Our mother and I ratcheted our kitchens into gear. Soup was cooked. Beans were soaked. New ferments were prepared, and finished ones were pulled from their special places in the refrigerator. Fruit and eggs were procured. The dehydrator was filled and fired up.
Cafeteria fare and MREs have their purposes, but all thoughts of those were cast aside for
- pureed vegetable soup
- pats of butter (shh... they might even have been enjoyed straight up)
- aged, raw milk cheese
- sunny, golden yellow breakfast eggs
- squash chips, dipped into navy bean hummus made with Italian extra-virgin olive oil
- water kefir, from grains she'd carefully dried and sent to get me started kefiring way back when
- creamy milk kefir from direct-from-the-farm milk
- hearty, dark, whole-grain sourdough bread
- Dad's special goulash recipe, featuring grass-fed beef
- beautiful smoothies, containing raspberries, cherries, peaches, and generous pours of coconut oil
- kimchi, savored like a vintage wine
As she left, space in her bag was at a premium, but Mom found a way to slip in some sandwiches and apples for the road. In the emails and text updates which followed, we read how sparingly those sandwiches were rationed out, with each bite savored to the max. The organic apples received highest praise in comparison with the standard-fare Red Delicious.
LCDR G., we'll keep those ferments going for you, and our kitchens stocked! (In the interim, I'm taking suggestions from gentle readers for how to mail dehydrated veggies in something other than a glass canning jar, and still have them remain in good condition.)