There's an art to
managing the kitchen during a power
outage. My
control-freak tendencies thrive there, and Mark wisely stays out of the
way.
Even with the generator to top off coolth, I know
the contents of our
fridge have a limited lifespan. So we focus our meals around
eating the lamb roast I made just before the outage, making squash
pancakes from the butternut pulp that was going to be a pie, and frying
up lots of bacon on top of the wood stove.
Meanwhile,
my chocolate cravings (and the yogurt, cream cheese, and butter hanging
onto edibility by a thread in the fridge) tempt me to make a chocolate
cheesecake. Two
fire bricks on top of the stove, the pan of
batter, and another pan for a lid create a cheesecake-like
dish eighty
minutes later.
Heating water for dishes
is easy, but I take over that task (usually
Mark's job) because the water tank is only half full and I know my
washing method is more sparing of water. (Don't worry --- Mark is
doing far more than his fair share in other areas.) For the first
few days, we also ration fruit, unsure when we'll be able to reach town
for more.
All told, power-outage
cooking is a fun thought-problem, but everything
does take twice as long (and uses a third again as much
firewood). I read somewhere that being hooked up to the electric
grid is akin to having dozens (or was it hundreds?) of servants at our
beck and call, and while I only feel like I've lost one or two helpers,
the analogy is apt. As Mom handily pointed out on the phone, at
least I have something to do during those hours I would usually be
spending on the internet.