Husband and I aspire to being self-sufficient.
Ideally, we would source our water from a spring or run-off; generate electricity via solar panels, wind turbine or hydro generator; fuel our car with potato peels or canine intestinal gas. We would keep some livestock: bees, chickens, ducks, sheep, goats, llamas, a small herd of cows; wear clothes made from flour bags left over from the days we didn’t mill our own from home-grown grains (that’s while we wait to harvest our crop of hemp); and make oil cold-pressed from olives picked by hand.
To this end, I spent the last two weeks researching edible seaweed and how to grow vegetables.
Turns out being self-sufficient is EXPENSIVE.
One thing around these parts is almost free: the other night we went down to the bay at low tide to partake of the munificent bounty of the sea.
Leaving Andrew with the new fishing rod, I hunted my elusive quarry – green-lipped mussels – on foot. Half an hour later I returned with my daily quotient of mussels, to find Andrew ensnarled in the fishing line.
We’re still trying to figure out what’s wrong with the $20 reel we bought from Warehouse.
The following morning, we found out about a warning not to eat locally collected shellfish due to toxins caused by algal bloom. This is apparently harmful to humans, occasionally resulting in Diarrhetic Shellfish Poisoning. The name is only a partial clue as to the symptoms of DSP.
We fed the rest of the mussels to the dog, who was highly appreciative of the gourmet snack.