You are absolutely right, Sistah. Cooking is for sissys. No self-respecting adventurer would be caught slicing and dicing vegetables. Give us blizzards, floods and windstorms to survive and let us figure out a way to do it. My new hero is the young man who floated for 8 days on a tree in the sea. He managed to open coconuts to eat and used the shell to catch rainwater. The very thing I had thought was the thing to do if one could find a coconut tree to cling to. I also liked the island tribe that shot arrows at helicopters who flew by to check on them. They let it be known that they didn't need rescuing. They have lived and died by the sea for generations. They understand it.
Sistah, your tales remind me of some of our hard times. Winter of 85 was such a time. Temps 27-30 degrees below zero and all the heat we had was one small kerosene heater to heat the whole house. Hubby unable to work and me waiting tables at the Cracker Barrel basically for tips to put food on our table. Had to sell off most of our years of collectables, and stand in the commodities line for gov. cheese.
I'm off soon to tackle the flood waters to get to church. Wish me safe passage.
(((((Nan)))))