I had to laugh when Tammy selected tiny home food management/cooking as the topic of our current issue. Me writing an entry on cooking makes about as much sense as Paris Hilton writing an entry on frugal living.
In my long history of culinary disasters, perhaps my most ignoble moment was managing to set my kitchen cabinets on fire attempting nothing more than to boil a pot of water. My survival strategy when it comes to food is simple… I fall in love with men who LOVE to cook. They cook and I happily do all the clean-up. (Even for the one who made it look like Julia Child had not only been busy in the kitchen but had actually been murdered in said kitchen.)
And when that plan has failed, I either eat out or survive on unlikely combinations such as beer and ice cream and an unhealthy amount of Captain Crunch Peanut Butter cereal. (Yes, Tammy, I can see you sadly shaking your head over there. But I’m being honest.)
What has been interesting, though, is how my cooking and eating habits have begun to change since moving into my little floating home. While my pantry is pretty expansive compared to what you would find in a Tumbleweed, it is still significantly smaller than anywhere I’ve lived previously. There simply is not a lot a room to stockpile items that are likely to be around for a long time. Moreover, trash management can be a hassle in a marina. Any sort of packaging you haul in is also going to need to be hauled out. And I got tired of hauling pretty quickly.
What I’ve noticed as a result is that my diet has shifted significantly away from preprocessed/packaged foods and more towards items such as fresh fruit and vegetables. (Admittedly, some of this has also been a conscious effort on my part to live on something more than just breakfast cereal as I try to improve my general health.) That combined with the fact that I have no patience for cooking times of anything more than a few minutes has translated into my diet starting to vaguely resemble that of a raw foodist.
Additionally, now that I’m spending so much less on housing costs, I have more available funds to invest in quality food. I’m buying organic and locally grown wherever possible. I have two farmer stands within a few minutes of my house and also a fantastic Farmer’s Market in downtown Portland on Saturdays.
I’ve never been much for grocery shopping, but I enjoy farmer’s markets. They’re much more of a social outing and adventure than simply a task to check off my list. I’ve also noticed that if I’ve gone to the trouble of picking something up at the farmer’s market I’m much less likely to let it go to waste than if I just absentmindedly threw it at my cart at Safeway.
All in all, it’s been interesting to see how my shift in housing has had an impact also on my eating. Below I have included a brief tour of my kitchen. (And I just have to note that, once again, I’ve managed to be upstaged by my cat. He’s becoming quite the little camera hound.)