FYI: At night during the winter months we always turn off the electric heaters before going to bed, because that is what my parents always used to do when I was growing up. And it is obvious that I am a creature of habit(s) and that is why we do it.
Anyway, Tony had the electric heater on in the big room, but the wood burning stove was not burning any wood. So while my coffee brewed, I tossed in a few small logs, but nothing happened quick enough for me.
So, I went to get a little fire-starter brick to help me get a blazing fire going and that is when I realized that we were almost out of fire-starters and I didn't want to waste one, on the hot coals.
Then one of my wilderness survival skills hit me like a brick—use Fritos! Yes, all survivalists know to carry a sack of Fritos with them when they embark on the unknown.
Us survivalist don't use Fritos to just snack on. And we don't drop Fritos behind us to leave trail-markers, like Hansel & Gretel did, by leaving bread crumbs behind them so they could follow them to get back home.
Which I think is sort of stupid on Hansel & Gretel's part, because everybody knows that wild animals will find the food and eat it and that will lead them to you—so they can eat you, too—for dessert.
No, us real survivalists use Fritos as fire starters and Fritos, unlike bean dip, have saved many lives out in the wilderness. And they worked like magic for me, this morning. And all I can say is, "Thank goodness Tony didn't eat all of the Fritos last night."
And to prove my point, here is a picture of our half-full bag of Fritos.
So while Tony was taking a shower, I grabbed the bag and tossed a handful of Fritos into the wood burning stove and this happened instantly as the Frito-lifesavers caught on fire.
And two minutes later I took this picture as the big room began to quickly warm up, because of the Frito-magic. And all I could think of was, "We're not going to freeze to death today." And needless to say our dogs were thrilled about it too, and I know if they could have they would have voted me—Most Likely To Survive! And that Frito-Lay would want to become one of my sponsors."
Early this afternoon Tony and I went to Medina to empty out two storage units, because we knew that it would save us money. And since I've recently become a firm believer in minimalism—it felt good to lighten our load.
But before we went to the storage units to work, we stopped at the famous Old Timer for two reasons:
1. To put some gas in Trigger (Our 2006 Ford F-150)
2. So I could buy an emergency, back-up bag of Fritos. (Just in case Tony decided to eat the rest of the bag.)
An hour or so later, before leaving Medina with a ton of stuff in the back of our trucks, I stopped at the Post Office to sign for and pick up a package—from Germany.
When we got back home we emptied the pickups and crammed all of our "valuable" stuff, inside the barn. Then I came inside and took this picture of our Fritos back-up bag.
And this is a picture of Sweet Gaby's (She lives in Germany.) package that she sent to us.
And this is what Gaby sent to us!
And the good news is—because Gaby sent us these super-delicious treats to enjoy, Tony totally forgot about snacking on those leftover/save-your-life Fritos—thank goodness. And I shall always be grateful to dear Gaby for caring so much about us. "Thank you, Gaby! We miss you and we LOVE you more!"
As I finish writing this post tonight, I want to show you this great quote that is discreetly printed, near the bottom of the box of treats that Gaby sent to us.
"Eating is a need, enjoyment is an art." So I guess you could say—that makes me an artist.
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