As the owner of an ever-increasing food storage supply, I worry about keeping my supplies both private and secure. In addition to The Unprepared thinking that we're whacked-out zombie-obsessed fools, there's the risk of those same people returning to our doorstep if TSHTF.
I tell only select friends and family members about our supplies. In reality, I would certainly help those same people in times of a crisis, so I don't really mind them knowing about my wheat supplies. By the same token, my extreme extroversion causes me to want to spread the word about the joys and comfort that prepping has provided my family. I'm thrilled that my open discussions have led several close friends to begin implementing their own food storage plan.
There is one thing aspect of my storage that is so vital, so personal, so sacred that I will only show the 3 other members of my household. Its revelation is so potentially devastating that I will even lie to cover up evidence of its existence.
But you, my Internet friends, can be trusted, right? Right?!?!
Come with me, please.
Do you see it? Check behind Drawer #1:
This, my friends, is a sneak-peek into my super-secret Decadent Drawer of Deliciousness.
And today, thanks to the combination of post-holiday sales and coupon wizardry, the entire contents cost me ... nothing. Zero. Zilch Zippo.
As the kids and I were returning home with our bags o' booty, I experienced a heart-warming moment beyond compare. My daughter (13) piped up while peering into our stash, "You know, Mom, this means that we should probably rotate our Halloween candy!" What a thrill that my discussions about proper Food Storage Rotation have been internalized so well! Oh, what a proud mama am I. And now, with pride, I'm off to rotate some York Peppermint Patties ...