Join us for a no- or low-spend February.

The first time I suggested this, back in 2019, it was simply a no-spend February. Given the current economy, I propose to make things more inclusive with a “no- or low-spend February.” This welcomes everyone, including those who might have reasons why they can’t just quit  buying.

Besides, this exercise doesn’t mean “stop buying anything at all for 28 days.” Of course you can still put gas in the car or fresh produce in the fridge.

As I said back in 2019, a no-spend month is really more of a “spend-super-intentionally month” – and I’m confident that readers of this site are up to that challenge.

Some of you already have to spend super-intentionally, all year round, due to issues like underemployment, health conditions, family financial crises or, lately, inflation. Other readers spend carefully in order to meet specific goals: minimalism, sustainable living, giving to causes they believe in, early retirement and the like.

Whatever your reasons for being careful with your dough: Who’s in for a no- or low-spend February?

It’s pretty simple. Instead of spending the way you normally do, you interrogate your purchases: 

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Monday miscellany: Get a second opinion!

My daughter almost spent way more than necessary for some work on her home. Way more. But the lights were flickering pretty seriously and the electrician – who was recommended by a handyman company she’d used – said some pretty scary things. Scariest of all was the price: $8,300 for three different issues.

Years ago, Abby’s Seattle home caught on fire due to a panel that short-circuited. So you can see why she’d want to get any electrical issues fixed, pronto.

Usually a cautious woman with regard to researching costs and always looking for the best deals, this time she panicked and put down a deposit.

Thank heavens for friends in smart places: Her pal Andre, who’s an engineer, said that cost sounded high to him. A consultation with his friend the electrical engineer proved him right. Abby got another electrician in, and what do you know? During the troubleshooting call ($186), he got everything squared away. And as is her wont, she wrote about the situation: “Why you should always always always ALWAYS get a second opinion.”

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Giveaway: Artisan felted mittens from Alaska.

Happy New Year, belatedly, and time for another “support the Alaska economy” giveaway. This time around, the winner gets to pick from among six pairs of artisan felted mittens.

Given how cold it is in so many places right now, who’s up for some wearable art? 

These mittens are outstanding: both beautiful and practical. They’re funky-stylish outside and unbelievably soft and cozy inside. 

The artist who makes them, Sherri Stein, is a retiree who spends part of the year Outside* and part of the year in Alaska. She rescues wool sweaters from secondhand shops and felts them until they’re soft and super-warm, then turns them into mittens with deep cuffs and interesting buttons.

Her color choices are whimsical. But as DF points out, they’re also practical: “If you lose one of these, you’ll be able to find it in the snow.”

The winner can choose from among six pairs, one of which is pictured at top left. Here are the other five options:

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Extreme frugality: Liquid assets.

 

(This is another in an occasional series about extreme frugality tactics that will save you money, while helping you live well. Here’s the backstory.)

Essayist and chef Tamar Adler has a fridge that sounds like mine. In her wonderful book*, “An Everlasting Meal: Cooking With Economy and Grace,” she describes icebox shelves of “precariously full jars and tipping-over glasses unidentifiable liquids.” [As an Amazon affiliate, I may receive a small fee for items bought through my links.]

These jars and glasses hold things like olive oil saved from dried tomatoes or jarred anchovies, leftover artichoke broth, or “the lovely, oily liquid left once a vegetable is cooked…that has collected the imprint of the good butter and olive oil, cloves of garlic, lemon peels, sprigs of thyme, splashes of wine, cracks of pepper, and vegetable that created it.”

Our fridge holds numerous liquid assets, too. So does our freezer. Not only does our extreme frugality mindset not allow us to waste food, it’s great fun to find ways to use these “potions,” as Adler calls them.

The juices that drain from purees of homegrown rhubarb or pumpkin end up getting frozen for smoothies. Last summer we canned five quarts of sour cherries; when pie-making, we drink some of the liquid (apparently it’s a superfood) and froze a certain amount to use in our second Pilgrim pumpkin pie re-enactment.

When I’m at the tail-end of a pint of home-canned rhubarb or applesauce or jam, or a jar of supermarket salsa, or even a bottle of catsup, I add a little water to the container and give it a good shake. The result gets added to a freezer container marked “vegetable cooking water,” which also collects the residue of boiled spuds or our super-sweet garden peas. The liquid is used, eventually, for cooking the contents of the boiling bag: veg/fruit peelings, cores, leaves and such. (The link explains it all.)

Our freezer generally holds three or four boiling-bag consommés, usually labeled “vegetable broth.” A few are less generic: “mostly onion and potato,” say, or “peapod broth” (a sweet green liquid that makes a superlative soup when cooked with split peas, smoked ham and a mirepoix that includes our homegrown celery and carrots).

Sometimes we don’t freeze our potato cooking water; instead, we use it to stir up that bonehead-simple, impossibly delicious rustic bread. Whey that I drain from my homemade yogurt (I prefer a thicker, Greek-style product) also gets used in this bread dough.

A splash of that whey might also end up in oatmeal, chili, stew, stroganoff or curry, and the spud water could be pressed into service for making a mess of beans. Speaking of beans: Sometimes I cook a big batch of black beans with olive oil, garlic, cumin and cayenne, then drain them for freezing – and the liquid gets frozen separately. Its robust flavor turns a more timid onion-potato consommé into one heck of a hearty soup.

Does all this sound parsimonious? We prefer to think of it as getting every last bit of nutrition from every food we cook. With inflation romping all over the nation’s grocery bills, we want to use everything about the pig – including the squeal. 

 

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S#!t my boyfriend says: The next generation.

DF is at it again. As in, he never really stopped. The man never met a word he couldn’t play.

He cannot help making terrible puns, and I cannot help writing them down.

Some of them, anyway. Some are a bit too risqué to share, and others are so obscure it’s too hard to explain them in print. The fact that I understand them myself clearly shows that he and I were made for each other.

Every so often I publish a collection of them, inspired by the “Sh*t My Dad Says” books/Twitter feed/television show. [As an Amazon affiliate, I may be compensated for items bought through my links.] Each time, I can hear the groans of anguish (and sometimes admiration) from my readers, yet I can’t stop posting.

Sorry/not sorry. Some of these things are too good/bad not to share. This is your cue either to run screaming from the virtual room, or to stick around and be amused/buffeted by the volume of nonsense that the man emits on a regular basis.

Me, I can’t get enough of them. You, however, have been warned. 

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Disaster prep on a dime.

(Happy Throwback Tuesday! Yes, I know it’s supposed to be Throwback Thursday, but given the various weather storms and power outages around the country right now, this article  needed republication before Thursday. The post originally ran on Feb. 18, 2021, when the Texas deep-freeze catastrophe was threatening lives and property.)

Disaster prep isn’t much fun. Who wants to think about all the ways that nature is trying to kill us? But it’s essential.

Texans couldn’t really be prepared for the double whammy of extreme cold and multiple utility failures. Burst pipes, multi-car accidents, disruptions to the food supply, boil-water notices, “seeking heating” shelters that don’t provide meals or a place to sleep – it’s pretty dire.

In some case it’s become a triple whammy: No way to stay warm + no power to cook/preserve existing food = needing to go out on slippery roads to seek a place to sleep. Assuming, that is, that local shelters aren’t full or that hotel rooms (if you can afford them) are still available.

I’m not looking to turn this into a diatribe as to whether Texas was foolish for wanting its own power grid and why officials didn’t winterize said grid. There’s already plenty of finger-pointing to go around. Instead, I’d like to ask readers whether they are even a little bit prepared if extreme weather or some other natural disaster should befall them.

If things got dire in your neck of the woods, how would you eat, drink and keep from freezing/developing heatstroke? Also: Got any idea where you’d poop?

 

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Giveaway: “Tundra” calendar.

Continuing with my “support the local economy” string of giveaways, I give you…a wall calendar made by Alaska’s funniest guy – and signed by him, too. If you squint real hard at the photo on the left, you’ll see the signature “Chad Carpenter” in silver Sharpie at the top, just above the “Tundra” logo. Carpenter … Read more

Had a hibernating Christmas.

The song “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” has been running through my mind since Dec. 25, probably because a Sam the Snowman chew toy was waiting under the tree for my niece’s dog that day. The Burl Ives version of the song was featured in the Rankin-Bass animated special, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” so it’s been his voice singing the song.

Except I changed the title a bit. “Had a hibernating Christmas” is the way it plays in my head.

DF and I did go out the afternoon of Christmas Eve to meet up with his son, daughter-in-law and their kids for a couple hours of carol-singing, Chinese food and opening a few presents. (Let me say that we never opened gifts early when I was a kid, but life is about adapting, right?)

On Christmas Day, DF had to show up at church as cantor for a mid-morning Mass, so he dropped me at my niece’s home to watch her kids open their gifts. And, of course, to see the dog toy that inspired the earworm.

This morning, I dropped him at church for his usual 8 a.m. cantor gig, and headed off to see if any post-holiday specials were good enough to tempt me into using some Shopkick points. Short form: Nope. In fact, the two stores I visited had relatively little left to be marked down. Supply-chain issues strike again, I guess.

So we were back here by 9:30 a.m. and did more of what we’ve done since Friday evening: hibernate. No visiting with family or friends, no movies, no nothin’. A whole lot of reading napping has taken place in the past few days, though.

It felt pretty good, I have to say.

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Monday miscellany: “Die With Zero” edition.

Bloggers sometimes make (not very much) money when they put Amazon links in their posts and readers use those links to buy things. I put in these links from time to time, and so does my daughter. But in her recent review of a book called “Die With Zero,” she urged readers to hit the library rather than purchase a copy.

“I’m not even putting an Amazon affiliate link here – that’s how much I want you to not buy the book,” she wrote.

While Abby liked a couple of things about the personal finance tome, she was frustrated by its lack of clear advice, and by its ageist/ableist attitudes. Early on, for example, author Bill Perkins described old age for lots of people consisting of sitting in front of the TV and eating tapioca pudding.

Not only do lots of older people remain active physically and/or socially, who is he to judge the lives of more sedentary people as being of lesser value? (Especially since some people don’t choose the sedentary life, but rather have it thrust upon them due to illness or the need to care for a chronically ill spouse.)

Perkins also mentions that live theater might best be enjoyed when you’re younger, lest you be “too old to hear the actors or to stand in line for the restroom.” Um, wut?!? Not only is that pretty ageist, it’s also a slam against folks of any age who are hard of hearing or completely deaf. That doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy live performances or movies, either through assistive listening devices or ASL-interpreted shows.

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Giveaway: Two $25 gift cards.

I’ve been trying to focus on Alaska goods for my giveaways lately, in order to support the local economy. My idea is that some of the folks who don’t win might decide to check out these the Last Frontier economy* on their own. I even had an Alaska item picked out to give away – but then I realized it might not get to its recipient before Christmas. That’s why I’m doing something non-local today: gift cards.

Which gift cards? Whichever the winners want, provided I can obtain them electronically. 

Drugstore? Discount emporium? Office-supply place? Home improvement center? Supermarket? Bookstore? Massive online retailer? It’s your call, if you win. 

Two winners get to use these card to finish up their holiday shopping. They could opt to give the cards themselves as gifts. Or donate them. Or, maybe, use the cards for something they themselves need.

Again: Your call. Provided you win, of course.

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