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1 Month Family Food Pack

I am the only 21-year-old I know that has a personal food storage. I’m sure there are others like me out there, but my friends disagree. I have been teased from here to South Africa (literally) for my month-supply of emergency food and water. But the joke is on those who think they will just mooch off of their parents or me. If and when “paranoia” turns into “preparedness,” I am only sharing my genius arrangements with those who have appreciated it.

It only took one emergency situation that I wasn’t prepared for to teach me the importance of planning for the what-ifs. Waking up early is unpleasant for those of us who are not called “morning people”, but trust me when I say it is far more unpleasant when you are waking up early to someone screaming the word “fire”. That morning, the moment my groggy brain processed the word that was ringing throughout my apartment, I scrambled out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find my roommate Emma standing in front of the stove, staring in horror at the flames that had once been her breakfast.

She noticed my presence, shouted “my eggs caught fire!” and ran out the front door, slamming it shut behind her and leaving me alone with the disaster.
I took a step toward the sink, but something about that didn’t feel right. I took a step toward my room, thinking I needed to grab my camera, but that also didn’t feel right. I took another step toward a towel, but then a brief image of an episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air came to mind where a kitchen fire was made worse with a towel, and I stopped. At that point, I realized two things: I was both laughing and crying at the same time, and that I had absolutely no idea what to do. I was a Peter Panic.

Luckily, my distress ended there. Em ran back into the apartment, followed by three of the guys that lived across the hall from us. They burst in, looking more like knights in shining armor than anyone at the Renaissance Fair, baking soda poised, and ready to go. After a brief pause in the doorway to assess the situation, the one nearest the fire walked over to it, filled his lungs, and blew out the flames in one breath.

Our relief and gratitude was short-lived; after the crisis had been averted, the guys sat Emma and me down on the couch and gave us a long lecture about fire safety and staying calm under pressure. After our talking-to, they made their way to the door. The one with the baking soda turned back, set the box on the counter, gave us each a significant look, then walked out.

That was the first time that being prepared became real for me. I absolutely hated the feeling of being so helpless. After that, I kept thinking of other scenarios that could happen just as easily as our little fire. With every situation that came to mind, it became very obvious that food storage would be helpful in each one. I slowly began building one (specifically including massive amounts of baking soda), and now I’m at the point where I know that the feeling of helplessness that I so despise will be replaced with peace of mind that I have the basic needs of survival. From a simple emergency like over spending my paycheck and cutting myself out of a grocery budget for a couple weeks to a severe one that leaves me immobile and out of communication with family and friends, I’m covered. The knowledge of just simply having that extra insurance has an incredible effect on the psyche of a person living in a world as fragile as this.

The unique thing about eFoodsDirect is that you are able to get an entire food storage in one foul swoop; meaning that the peace of mind also comes in one foul swoop. Getting the situation-appropriate amounts that come with wide variety, nutritional value, quality taste and a long shelf life does not leave room for worry. Once you get it, you’ve got it, and that is all there is to your food storage shopping experience.

I’m not paranoid, I’m just a planner. I had never planned what to do in case of a fire, and look what that got me: charred eggs and loss of street cred with my neighbors. If there is anything I hate more than losing face, it’s the feeling of panic. While the reality is that you never know when you’re going to need some back up food, the reality is also that it doesn’t have to be a grueling process to get yourself prepared. Make a plan now so you don’t have to panic later.

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