Thoughts on Hurricane Sandy

I have a question in to our realtor about the large wash running through the corner at the back of the property.  With the recent drought we've been having in the southwest, the wash hasn't run in years but the owners confirmed that it has run in the past.  The very fact of its existence confirms that large volumes of water - either from excessive rain or snow melt - have run through it at some point or another.  As the house and outbuildings show no evidence of water damage we're not overly concerned about future flooding but we do need to know how the county designates the land:  flood plain, flood fringe, or flood way.

In Arizona, we tend to extremes in many things.  Flooding is one of them.  I remember watching in disbelief in 1997 as my parents' cars bobbed gently down the street in the overflow of the swollen Verde River. (Their house was designated flood fringe.)  You never cross a wash that's running and you certainly don't build a house in a flood way.

Which is why I am having a problem generating much sympathy for the victims of Hurricane Sandy who lost their homes due to flooding.  (Actually, "recipients" is a better term than "victims," which implies suffering due to no fault of their own.)

Don't get me wrong; I do sympathize with their plight.  I can only imagine the horror of being forced out of your home, having all your dearest possessions destroyed, and then having either no home to which to return or one that was irreparably damaged.

But I have to ask:  why did they purchase homes either right on the water or in imminent danger from the water?  Surely it was no secret to them that they lived in an area prone to hurricanes.

Certainly it was their right to purchase homes wherever they pleased.  We all have that right.  But if that is your choice then you must accept the accompanying liabilities and make responsible provisions for them.

Translation:  if you live in a home at risk of flooding you buy flood insurance.

The indignant response heard from advocates of hurricane victims has been, "Well, these are working people!   They just could not afford flood insurance!"

If they could not afford flood insurance then they should be living somewhere else.  Depending on how our property is designated we have, as we see it, just two choices:  buy the property and accept that it might flood and we lose everything, or, 2) buy flood insurance.

Notice that expecting the government to bail us out of having made a bad decision is not one of our options.  Neither should it be for the victims of Hurricane Sandy.  All notions of accepting responsiblity aside, we simply can't afford it.  Our government can't even fund itself.  From where is the $60 billion dollars for a proposed aid package supposed to be found?

I tell my middle school students to own what they do.  Do not blame others for the consequences of your actions.  It's advice grown-ups should heed as well.

Canning Dog Food

When I was 12 years old, my mother and I struck an agreement:  I could get out of weeding the garden if I learned how to can up the bounty it produced.  After dragging out the dog-eared copy of the Ball canning book and reading up on hot water bath canning, I processed what would be the first of many quarts of tomatoes during that long-ago Wisconsin summer. 

I was hooked.  I've been canning ever since.

Not only do I save money, but home-canned goods are the ultimate in convenience food.  Pop open a quart of chicken and I can quickly put a tasty meal on the table:  soup, chicken and dumplings, chicken and biscuits, pot pie, curry, sweet and sour, barbecue...the list goes on and on.  Plus, foods I can myself are free of preservatives, and most of the time, organic.  Since I canned it, I know what went into it.  I also receive an enormous amount of satisfaction from my well-filled larder, a small bastion of security against an uncertain future.

As food prices rise nearly weekly, I've been doing a good deal more canning lately.  OK, I've been doing a lot more canning.  It's starting to get a bit out of hand, not because there's too much food but because I am running out of storage space.  When I ran out of room in the kitchen cupboards and bedroom closets, I had Smoky build me some shelves at the end of the hallway.

When the hallway shelves were filled, I migrated to a table in my office. 

 

 

As you can see, the table is now at maximum capacity.  I have no idea where I will put the overflow.  As it is, the six quarts of dog food I processed yesterday are on my office desk. 

 

 

 

 It seems hard to believe, but the desk was once a tidy place where could one do actual work instead of a craft and project staging area.  (And let's get it straight, here:  what you see under the table of canned goods is not laundry. They are old sheets to tear into strips for rag balls.  Just so you know.)

 

 

 

Yikes.  At any rate, I am more excited than you can imagine when we can finally transfer the canned goods larder to the farm and into the cold room and its abundance of lovely, study shelves.

 

But back to dog food.  We currently have two dogs, a three-pound maltipoo and a bruiser of a pit bull.  While the maltipoo's dietary needs are quite dainty, the pit bull is a bottomless...well, pit.  When we move to the farm we will be getting another dog, so being able to feed our canine crowd if going to the store were not an option is important.

 

Whenever I process meat or poultry for canning, I invariably wind up with a small mountain of scraps:  meat bits, gristle, fat and skin.  I save them until I have a batch big enough to can. 

 

 

I chop it all into small pieces, discarding large pieces of fat.

 

 

I figured I would need five quart jars.  Here they are, washed and waiting on the counter.  I can almost all my meat using a raw pack, as it is so much easier than managing hot vats of liquids and greasy jar funnels.  Sterilizing is not necessary, as the time spent in the pressure cooker kills any harmful bacteria.

 

 



I fill the jars up to the first ring line and wipe the rims with a cloth dampened with vinegar to remove any grease.  I didn't add any water, but if you want more yummy dog gravy, then go ahead and a cup or so of water to each jar.  Don't fill beyond the first ring line or you may have greasy liquid boil up and get between the lid and the jar rim, spoiling your seal.

 

 

 

I processed for 90 minutes at 13 pounds of pressure (the right amount for our elevation).  After the pressure returned to zero I removed the jars, still bubbling, from the canner.

 

 

 

 

 

When the dog food cools, it will have a layer of fat at the top; just mix it in.  We do not feed this food straight to our dogs (it's very rich), but spoon a little over their dry food and stir it up.  It could just as easily go over rice to feed them, if rice was all you had.  A little goes a long way, the dogs love it, and I made it for free out of scraps that are usually thrown away.  Wahoo, what a bargain!

 

 





 

 

 









Walnuts!

I forgot to mention some treasure we discovered at the property.  This is what we found in the backyard on a picnic table:

Who knows how long this tin box had been there, exposed to the elements.  We opened it up to find...

 

 

Walnuts!  Somewhere on our property is a walnut tree.  The nuts were in perfect condition, protected by the box.  We love walnuts, and include them in our diet over cereal, in salads. and for out of hand snacking.  I recently purchased a 3-pound bag of walnuts at Costco for $17.89 (it truly pained me to do so), so this discovery is a delightful one, to say the least.  I tried whacking the nuts with a hammer and was surprised to find them stubbornly resistant to crack.  A vise grip worked much better, with dental tools to pick out the small but very tasty nutmeats.  Yum!