Extreme frugality: Be a frugalvore.

(Happy Throwback Thursday! Given how expensive food has gotten lately, I thought a little shopping reminder would be in order. This piece, which originally ran on Feb. 7, 2021, is one  in an occasional series of articles focusing on saving serious dough. A little background can be read here.)

The “locavore” movement is based on the idea of eating only foods grown within a 100-mile radius of where you live. I’ve got my own version, which I call being a “frugalvore.” It’s pretty simple: You shop mostly (or completely) based on what’s on sale that week.

This isn’t exactly a new idea. Plenty of people shop that way their whole lives. But it might be new to you if you grew up in a home where no one read the supermarket ads, created menus and then worked to get the most bang for each grocery buck.

Frugalvorism both simplifies and complicates your approach to eating. On the one hand, it’s easier to shop because you plan menus around that week’s most affordable foodstuffs.

However, if you’re the kind of person who always shopped by grabbing whatever looked good, then you’ll need to rethink your supermarket habits.

Fortunately, it’s fairly simple. Not always easy, but simple. 

 

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Honey mustard cereal.

No, not with milk and sugar. (Ew.) This is a reworking of the honey mustard pretzels that I wrote about a few years ago.

(Three years?!? Dang. How time flies.)

Recently DF made a batch of honey mustard pretzels and on a whim, tossed in some generic Rice Chex. He modified the recipe in another way, too, since we are nearly out of honey. (More on that later.)

The result was savory and sweet-spicy and pure fun – and the cereal bits were the best part. We rapidly cherry-picked all those little crunchy bits out before we started in on the pretzels.

“Next time I’m doing only cereal,” he vowed.

And he did. Reader, they are great. They’re even frugal. I predict the bowl (pictured above) will be empty by the end of the day tomorrow, even if we try to behave ourselves.

It takes a little bit of fussing to make them, but not that much. The new recipe he came up with today is even better than his first revision.

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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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Dr. Demento and the desecrated turkey

(Happy Throwback Thursday! This article is from WAY back in the day: May 10, 2010. It was the eighth piece I published. Since the article has a Thanksgiving theme, sort of, I thought I’d re-run it in honor of turkey day.)

About five months ago I walked over to the Asian market to buy carrots and came home with a turkey. Yes, I know the difference between root vegetables and edible fowls. But the bird was on sale for 25 cents a pound. The whole thing cost only $2.65. I’ve paid more than that for a soft drink at a ballpark.

(What does this have to do with Dr. Demento? I’ll get to that.)

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Extreme Frugality: Use all the bits.

Every time we cut into a loaf of that super-simple rustic bread, we wind up with bread crumbs. As I swept them off the butcher-block work station one day, I remembered a scene from Zola’s “Germinal,” a realistic (and depressing!) book about 19th-century French coal miners. As the eldest daughter makes sandwiches for everyone to take to work, her 11-year-old brother, Jeanlin, gathers up the crumbs and puts them into his bowl of coffee. Now that’s some extreme frugality.

I figured that what’s good enough for Jeanlin is good enough for me. So I started saving the crumbs.

Before you think that I’ve finally gone ’round the bend in terms of economy, or that I’ve become a parody of frugality, hear me out.

At first I made fun of it myself. Early on I displayed probably one-sixteenth of an inch of breadcrumbs in the plastic container, and told DF that in another seven or eight months we might have enough to make a batch of meatballs. A small batch.

But as regular readers know, DF and I have found a ton of ways to save on food  and are always looking for new tactics. This isn’t because we’re afraid we’ll go hungry – it’s just another part of our frugal ethos. Each piece of food represents not just money but also resources: Think of the dollars and fossil fuels that went into planting, irrigating, spraying, harvesting, packaging and transporting the elements of our meals, and of the dollars we spend to get those elements.

So why not use all of it? Especially if there’s a way to bring Harry Potter into it? 

 

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How to save money on meat.

 

The price of meat is a little terrifying right now. Before you respond with how much cheaper and healthier vegetarianism is, please don’t. We eat a ton of veggies, grains and beans, but we also like meat. For us, the never-ending question is how to save money on meat.

DF is particularly fond of bacon, eating it at two or three breakfasts a week if he can. The price of these pig mornings has cost a lot more lately; according to this article, bacon has gone up 17 percent in the past year. (Seems like more than that up here in the home of the Alaska Gouge.) Which is why I was delighted to be able to buy Oscar Mayer bacon for $3.62 per pound earlier this week.

That wasn’t the rack rate, of course. Some frugal hacks were required. In this article I’m detailing those hacks, for two reasons:

To remind readers that finding the best prices may take a bit of work – but not that much work, and

To encourage readers to look for better deals of their own, vs. feeling anxiety at the cost of meat (and everything else). Given how fast prices are rising, it behooves us all to do a bit of research rather than just buy without thinking and cry without ceasing.

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Tasting history with modern pumpkins.

Linda B. clued me in to a new pumpkin pie recipe recently. Or, rather, an old recipe, courtesy of “Tasting History with Max Miller” on YouTube. Miller is an engaging young man who turned his passion for historical food and beverages into a pair of YouTube channels.

The recipe, circa 1670, featured sliced apples, currants, raisins, butter, savory herbs and dry sack, but no custard or even milk. This was to be a layered dish, not a smooth and creamy one.

Back in the day, “pumpions” were a big reason that the colonists survived. Not only is it packed with vitamins and minerals, it survived less-than-ideal growing conditions and stored well over the winter. As the old folks used to sing,

We have pumpion at morning and pumpion at noon,

If it were not for pumpion, we should be undoon.

Since we did manage to nurse two pumpkins through a weird summer, and since DF is always up for a culinary challenge, we decided to give this a try. Naturally we put our own spin on the recipe, including the peculiarly Alaska one of substituting rhubarb juice for the dry sack. (I can’t abide alcohol.)

We had no currants, because I neglected to forage for them this year, but we did have raisins. (Fun fact: They were part of a Buy Nothing Facebook food package.) Miller used the savory herbs rosemary, thyme and parsley. But I wanted to hew closer to modern flavors, so I went with cinnamon, cloves and ginger. She who makes the pastry makes the rules. 

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Is fine dining worth it?

The other night I brought home dinner from Tastee-Freez: chicken strip basket for me, bacon ranch chicken sandwich for DF and curly fries for both of us. This is not most people’s idea of fine dining, but we enjoyed it immensely.

It didn’t hurt a bit that we were both pretty ravenous, but seriously: The food there is good. They get their burger meat from a local butcher, and are “proud to use” Alaskan cod, pollock, crab and salmon.

But there’s another reason. Dipping a chicken strip into the little plastic cup of honey-mustard sauce, I suggested that the reason we were enjoying it so much is that we hardly ever do it.

Once or twice a year DF and I visit a very fine-dining establishment called Kincaid Grill; one of those dinners is an annual tradition with a couple of friends. The rest of the time, “Where shall we go for dinner?” always has the same answer: “The kitchen table.”

Not just because it’s the frugal thing to do, either. We genuinely enjoy our homemade meals. (He says it’s because they’re prepared and shared with love.) In addition, we don’t have to get dressed up nicely, or even get dressed at all; we’ve eaten quite a few meals in sweatpants and T-shirt, or even in bathrobes if it’s been a long day. We don’t have to wait for a table, examine a wine list, tip a server, or figure out which ancient grain is being sauced up and marked up.

Dining out just seems like…a lot of work. I expect I’m not the only one who feels this way, especially since people have become so accustomed to DoorDash et al. bringing them meals in takeout containers.

A recent article on Grubstreet, written by food critic Adam Platt, suggests there’s another reason. Yep, it’s the pandemic, but it’s also a question of “relevance and tone.” 

“(With) people struggling all over the city and fashionable tastes veering – as they have been for years – toward three-star tacos, burgers and bowls of ramen, a fancy multi-course menu feels like the opposite of sophistication to a new generation of diners.

“‘All these places try to tell a story,’ an astute young Brooklyn gourmet told me the other day. ‘But in the end, they’re all the same. …I just feel like the world has moved on.”

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Attack of the greenhouse tomatoes.

Most of the year we don’t eat tomatoes, because we know what they should taste like. Oh, we’ll buy a few Roma tomatoes to cut up into salads, but they just plain don’t taste like much.

I once described the flavor and texture as “ketchup-tinged oatmeal,” and I stand by that description today.

At this time of the year, though, we can have all the tomatoes we want. In fact, we have trouble keeping up.

Even eating them up to three times a day does nothing more than keep us from losing love apples to rot. The horror.

Which is why I’m thinking of it as an attack, a la “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes.” (As an Amazon affiliate, I may receive a small affiliate commission on items purchased through my links.)

My niece and great-niece came over for a lunch of Black Prince and Cherokee Purple tomatoes on DF’s fresh rustic bread with mayonnaise, some of our Red Sails lettuce and crisp bacon, plus fresh cucumber slices on the side. (More on those in a minute.)

This has been a year for some weirdly shaped tomatoes. That one in the illustration was uglier than sin, and twice as satisfying. Some of them look normal, but we’ve had quite a few gnarled behemoths that are hard to slice, but completely worth the effort. The flavor just knocks us out.

It’s hard to describe the taste of these heirloom varieties: sweet as sugar but with an underlying tomato tang. There’s a reason they charge $10 a pound for them at the farmers market here in Anchorage.

And there’s a reason we refuse to buy them. In part it’s because we don’t want to pay $10 a pound for meat, let alone tomatoes. It’s also because we can grow these beauties ourselves, and for a few short weeks we can gorge ourselves. More than a few short weeks, actually, because when the weather gets too chilly we’ll bring in all the greenies and let them ripen. Usually we finish them all by the beginning of December, at which point we start to dream tomato dreams once more. 

 

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Extreme frugality: Putting food by.

We spent parts of yesterday and today putting food by. Specifically, we turned seven or eight pounds’ worth of rhubarb into fruit leather.

First we chopped and simmered, then let the soupy stuff drain through a pair of colanders before glopping it into the dehydrator. We saved some of the juice to drink as a tonic; anything that tart has to be good for us, right?

The rest of the juice was frozen into chunks (which I insist on referring to as “Rhubik’s Cubes”) and set aside for my homemade smoothies. Made with free rhubarb and raspberries, marked-down “red band” bananas, half a cup of bulk-bought rolled oats, an egg and a big scoop of my homemade yogurt, these things are cheap as well as healthy. (And since I’m having the second part of my dental implant work done next month, I foresee a few liquid meals in my future.)

The last of the fruit leather finished dehydrating this morning. Like the other batches, it was rolled up inside paper scavenged from two sources: cut-apart cereal box liners and waxed paper saved from my sister’s annual tin of homemade peanut brittle. Flavored with sugar and a bit of ginger, the leather is a tangy, chewy treat that I must stop sampling or there will be none left for winter.

A previous batch of rhubarb had been turned into a compote sealed in pint jars, to be added to future dishes of yogurt. Not sure how many hours it took to do all this, but to us it doesn’t matter. We don’t put a dollar value on our gardening and food preservation, for two reasons: 

  • We don’t get paid for every minute we exist, and
  • We enjoy the process of turning home-grown produce into something we can enjoy next winter.

Some people would rather buy their veggies than grow them. I get that. Not everyone has the physical ability, the time or the real estate to garden. And fact is, the average person buys most of their stuff. We pay someone else to raise meat and produce, bake our bread, sew our clothes, build our homes.

For us, gardening is entertainment – and we don’t have to dress up or drive anywhere to enjoy it. Watching tiny green shoots grow into delicious foodstuffs is a reliable annual miracle. If you’ve ever grown so much as a pot of herbs on the windowsill, you understand what I mean.

Preserving the results is a natural progression. Making raspberry jam, cutting up carrots for canning, picking peas to freeze, plucking greens to dehydrate, slicing beets to pickle, peeling apples to cook into sauce – it’s all fun for us, even when we get tired toward the end.

The greeny smell of dehydrating kale, the sneezy scent of cloves, the sharp bite of vinegar, the soothing aroma of slowly simmering apples all keep us going: This is sustenance. This is satisfaction. This is safety.

 

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