The Fragility of America’s Food System

Guest column by Mary Hunt

If there is one thing most people take for granted, it is food. U.S, supermarkets are always well stocked, and we don’t thing much about how all that food gets there. When pushed to consider it, I wager most of us assume there are huge warehouses somewhere filled with enough food to feed the nation for some unknown period of time.

The truth is, as a nation, we have little to no warehousing backup for the event of a supply shortage. Our concentrate supermarket supply system uses a technology known as JIT (just-in-time), a method made possible by computers and the internet.

Here’s how JIT works: Instead of every supermarket needing a warehouse to store large quantities of food to be sold locally, computers keep track of inventory, placing relatively small orders daily. This precludes the need for massive warehousing. Retailers know their orders will arrive “just in time” to keep the shelves filled.

But who cares about all of this, really? And why should we, as consumers, concern ourselves? The system, even with its occasional glitch and hiccup, seems to be working well, so why the fuss?

Most people buy food for one week, give or take. Of course there are exceptions. For example, I have friends who shop once a month and then force themselves to make it last, while another family we know shops daily for just the next three meals- a very expensive food habit that makes me want to chew my hair, as you can well imagine. My point is that multiple trips to the market based n individual choice allow us to enjoy fresh food without the hassles of having to manage reserves. The integrity of the food supply system never crosses our minds. We take so much for granted.

Not long ago, I had a conversation with an executive of Costco. I asked him how long a Costco warehouse club’s inventor of food would last if suddenly there were no more shipments arriving. He hypothesized that the shelves would be empty within three to five days. At the same time, the manage of my local Vons supermarket confirmed with a similar “less than a week” response.

Now imagine that something happens to make the typical American household want a food reserve. This could happen if the current inflation were to morph suddenly into hyperinflation. Seeing the food prices escalating beyond reach, people would rush to buy and hoard reserve food while it is still within their price range. Imagine what would happen:

The demand for food would quintuple or more within a short time. Shoppers would see empty shelves in the market, further stimulating panic buying, just as in a hurricane or blizzard.

The best thing we can do to protect ourselves and our families is to prepare. The more food you have in storage, the less dependent you are on a system that some theorize has only a three day supply in its distribution chain. I tell you this not to cause you to panic but to move you toward action.

Start small. Buy a few more of the items on your regular shopping trip. If you would normally pick up four cans of green beans, get six. Instead of one bottle of honey, get two. but if it’s on sale, get four.

For a normal short- to mid-term storage inventory, you should stock up on the foods that you are used to eating. If your family cannot tolerate red beans, don’t waste your time and money on a 25 pound bag because, for some reason, that seems like a good idea. Instead invest in your favorite canned white albacore, for example.

Taking control of your family’s food resources is empowering and satisfying. the more you grow your food supply, the less dependence you’ll feel on others. The more nonperishable food you have in reserve, the better you will sleep at night.

Mary Hunt is the founder of Everydaycheapskate.com a frugal living blog and the author of the book, “Debt-Proof Living” she invites you to visit her at her website where this column is archived complete with links and resources for all recommended products and services.

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DM here. This article was in a recent Epoch Times my wife read to me this morning over coffee. Nothing I hadn’t already heard, or thought about, but thought it was worth passing along to any new readers.

Secondly , Mary’s book Debt Proof Living, changed my life about 12 years ago. Went from tens of thousands of dollars in debt to completely out of dept. No additional source of income, just an attitude shift. Can’t begin to tell you the difference that has made in my mental health. Especially, as a self employed carpenter whose income can fluctuate a lot from year to year. If there is financial pressure in your life, you owe it to yourself to get a copy, even if it means going to the library. Just saying.

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Pecking Order

This will be short.

Pecking order is a thing.

It happens in school.

It happens on the job.

And it happens on the farm.

Last week we had a family reunion. On Saturday when some of the grandkids wanted to see the chickens, Noah (age 5?) charged into the hen house ahead of me. No sooner than he walked through the door, than the rooster charged. Wrapped his wings around his legs (he was wearing shorts) and tried to spur him with his spurs. Most people (adults included) would have lost it. Noah, having grown up around chickens just laughed and popped him on the head a couple of times. I loved seeing Noah’s reaction! I proceeded to snag Mr Rooster by the feet and brought him outside for a talking too.

Even though a chickens brain is probably smaller than a peanut, they are not dumb. They can read you like a book. If they sense fear, they will respond accordingly. Even though Mr Rooster is only doing what he is designed to do (protect the flock) he stepped over the line when he took after Noah. If any of you ever come to visit, one of the things I would like to do is introduce you to my fowl friends. If you’re game, I’ll even teach you how to properly hold an aggressive rooster and show him whose boss.

A boy and his rooster.

Here’s a picture of my dad with his rooster:

Dad and his rooster

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Pecking orders…Love to hear your thoughts!

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The kids are back in town

This will be short.

We are in the midst of a family reunion this week.

I told someone on Wednesday, that when the kids were still in the home, it felt like I was flying by the seat of my pants 95% of the time.

Mentally exhausted .. Dealing with one thing after the other, many times, issues nobody had ever talked to me about….

It felt like I was trying to lead our little troop through the Amazon Jungle….

Couldn’t see 5 feet ahead of myself.

Until one day…

Suddenly we stepped into a clearing and realized I’d made it.

I was still standing.

That’s what it felt like when the last one left the nest, and I was no longer responsible for them like I’d been when they were living under my roof.

Those of you with older kids may relate…

Once they move out and start building a life of their own, the times everybody is together @ the same time is precious. Especially when some of them live out of state.

Well, this week, all four my little cubs were home @ the same time.

My heart is full.

Christmas 1989

Siblings

Almost the whole clan

(One grand daughter couldn’t make it. She moved to Montana and started a new job a week ago)

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Lucky’s forever home

Those of you that took the time to suggest names for the one baby chick that survived the raccoon carnage, thank you! I’ve settled on “Lucky.”

I also changed my mind and bought another 15 baby chicks to keep her company. They arrived early yesterday morning.

What was fascinating about Lucky to me was how quickly she bonded with me and how much she craved my attention.

As soon as I picked her up, she got quiet and pensive. Wanted to climb up my shirt and stand on my shoulder. (That’s not the only thing she did on my shoulder, if you get my drift).

Normally, I keep the chickens I have here on the farm for a couple of years then send them packing. I’ve decided in Lucky’s case, she won the golden ticket. I’m going to let her live here as long as she wants.

Here’s a picture of Lucky and I from just a couple of days ago :

Lucky and I sharing a quiet moment together

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I caught the culprit

Mystery solved this morning on what got into my chicken coup. (see last post)

For 3 nights in a row, whatever it was kept coming back eating all of the bait, tripping the live trap and getting away..

Yesterday a friend of mine, loaned me two smaller live traps (thinking if it was a weasel, they might work better) so I had 3 live traps all baited with marshmallows last night when I went to bed…

Went out this morning..marshmallows all gone, two traps were tripped…and there it was.

A small raccoon.

Lesson learned. A small raccoon can squeeze it’s body through a horizontal hole that’s less than 3 inches high. Rather than put a bullet in it’s head, I took him on a 5 mile road trip. He’ll have to swim across a river to get back to my place.

The one remaining chick, seems to be imprinting on me as it’s parent. It wanted to perch on my shoulder this morning when I went out to do chores. Still too early to tell if it’s a hen or a rooster. I think I’m going to keep it long term.

Throwing this out there..any suggestions on a name? DM

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I’m still numb

Went out this morning to do my chicken chores.

I bought 17 baby chicks two weeks ago…next seasons laying hens…put them in a larger area yesterday (boy were they excited) well, when I opened the door to the room this morning, discovered something (weasel?) had gotten in and killed all but two. 10 of them were nowhere to be found, and had to put down one of the remaining living chicks.

I’m still numb.

Question…Have you ever had to put an animal down because it was suffering?

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Frogs, Media Fast, and Taters.

This past Friday, M asked if I wouldn’t mind going with her to an Amish Fundraising dinner. We live about 20 minutes from an Amish community. May through November, the first Friday of the month, they host a community wide meal. 50% of the people there are Amish and 50% are not.

As we were sitting in our car, waiting for M’s brother to join us, we watched three Amish children (guessing ages 4 to 7) walking back and forth, barefooted through some rain water puddles. The boys were dressed in their dark blue pants, and suspenders, the Amish girl (bonnet and dress) was no older than 6. Back and forth, not a care in the world. Then they started chasing a frog.

What a hoot.

Felt like I was watching a mini Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher.

I’ve been buying more and more of my supplies @ the Amish Lumberyard. Yep, there is such a place. They carry the same supplies as the other lumberyards in our area, only their stuff costs about 20% less. Joseph, manager of the lumberyard spotted us, and sat down at our table. I’m guessing he’s in his 30’s.

A few weeks ago, I subcontracted out a metal roof on our project to an Amish carpenter named Elmer. I didn’t have the manpower, plus it was hot, the metal was black and it was a 5 on 12 roof pitch. Win/ win. (He wanted the work and I didn’t) I figured he’d bring a large crew and bang it out in a few hours. Nope. Just him, his 14 yr old son, and his non-Amish driver, Don. The thing that struck me most, was the work ethic of the boy. Worked right along side his dad and Don. This is just a generalization, but young people today are capable of so much more than we expect of them. I’ve installed dozens of metal roofs myself, so I know what it takes to do that type of work.

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Our computer was in the shop recently, for close to a week. (I don’t use a smart phone, just a flip phone, so no e-mail, blogging, FB, or on line movies) Went through a little bit of withdrawal. There was a definite change of pace and “vibe” in both of our lives. (a positive sort of quietness) so when the next weekend came around, we intentionally decided to “unplug” for the weekend. Did it again this weekend. (I just got on line 30 minutes ago after a 48 hour break).

Between my interactions with the Amish community, and these intentional, and unintentional interruptions with modern technology, I feel more and more out of step with the rat race of American culture, and I’m OK with that.

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One last thing…Potato related. We used up our last home grown potato yesterday (4th of July).

It was still firm…Then on a lark I went out to the garden and dug up a hill of new potatoes. Yep, they are starting to form. What a great feeling. My long term acreage goal continues to be to grow and raise more and more of our own food. The root cellar we built last fall is a game changer. Was able to store our potato and apple crop in temperatures just above freezing. When normally, our potatoes would be done by mid march, we extended their viability another 3.5 months.

PS We got the gopher that had raised havoc in my potato patch last year. Ended up hiring “Critter Gitter” .

Worth every cent. One of (if not the largest) gopher he had ever seen.

Spring Seeding by Asia Spettel

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Guest post by Joel Salatin. Ditch the Sanitizer and Exercise Your Immune System

I (DM) have subscribed to the following approach to germs for as long as I have had any say in the matter.

I just turned 68.

I am no meds except coffee. Love my coffee.

I grew up on a farm. Up close and personal with all of the “muck” that goes with raising animals. You get used to it.

I stumbled across following essay this morning and thought it was worth passing on, and I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Ditch the Sanitizer and Exercise Your Immune System

Bugs, viruses, and sickness—these maladies creep into countless conversations as people wrestle with the question: How do I strengthen my immune system?

The overriding answer from the conventional pharmaceutical and vaccine industry is that functional wellness comes from a pill, a needle, or some kind of medical treatment. As a farmer with thousands of animals and no vet bills, I can attest that the overriding conventional notion in the livestock industry is that a sick animal is apparently pharmaceutically disadvantaged.

I have a completely opposite paradigm: A sick animal testifies to my own mistakes. Maybe I chose weak seedstock. Over many decades of livestock farming, I’ve had half a dozen economically significant sickness outbreaks across various species. Every single time, the problem was my fault. Hygiene, diet, stress, discomfort, and toxins. An animal can get sick for many reasons, none of which is because it was medically deprived.

That brings me to people. In his iconic New York Times bestseller “Guns, Germs, and Steel,” Jared Diamond explains the ascendancy of cultures that lived proximate to domestic livestock. People groups who cultivated close relationships with domestic farm animals developed better immune systems.

Many years ago, British epidemiologist David Strachan observed that children with more older siblings had fewer allergies, suggesting that early exposure to infections offered lasting protection. Many in this field of study rallied around this “hygiene hypothesis,” positing that the immune system is like a muscle and needs periodic exercise to be strong. Consistent with Diamond’s overall findings, this theory is best supported by research in Finland.

Beginning a couple of decades ago, researchers in Finland began examining this “immune system as muscle” concept, comparing overall health between closely related children (cousins or siblings) who lived in different environments. The findings added substantial weight to the notion that the immune system has attributes similar to a muscle.

Children who grew up on farms and went to the barn as toddlers—and you know what a toddler does to everything on the fingers—were far more robust than their urban counterparts. A little bit of manure, dirt, and moldy hay or grain stimulated the immune system and reduced vulnerability to colds, flu, and other common childhood maladies.

Now for personal disclosure: Friends who know me know I routinely drink out of cow troughs with the cows. I do it not because I’m thirsty, but because I want a bigger variety of bugs in my microbiome. And I want some exposure to whatever unseen antagonist might be out there. The point is to exercise my immune system so that when something really serious comes along, it’s strong enough to fight it off.

Yes, I could die tomorrow. But for decades, I have gone many years without the common issues that plague most folks. That is not pride; it is humble acknowledgment that we have a fearfully and wonderfully made body that is ready to house health if we give it half a chance.

When I get on an airplane and the flight attendant stands there with a basket of antimicrobial sanitation cloths, I smile, lean over, and graciously say: “No, thank you; I really want your bugs.” That always gets a quizzical look and no doubt attendant conversations in the galley: “Do you see that weirdo over there? He wants my bugs.”

On a recent flight, a couple took seats A and B; I was in C, on the aisle. Wearing masks, they sat down and immediately brought out sanitation wipes. Meal trays, the back of the seat, and armrests—everything received a thorough wipe-down. Then she offered her rags to me, and I said: “No, thank you, ma’am, I really want to breathe in your bugs.” The mask hid what must have been a horrified countenance.

As soon as we were airborne, out came the snacks. Pringles, Twizzlers, Reese’s Pieces, soft drinks—I think they had an entire supermarket snack aisle in their bulky carry-on bag. I watched them chow down on all this junk for an hour. At hour two (it was a three-hour flight), they rang the call button. I wondered what that was all about.

“We’re having sugar issues; can you please bring us some apple juice?”

Are you kidding me? Sterilizing everything and then consuming sugar and artificials, my overriding thought was: “And these people vote.” Eating junk and bug paranoia are a recipe for immunological malfunction, but we see this kind of dystopian activity far too often.

Fortunately, the word seems to be getting around that muscle-equivalent immunology is real. New moms taking their toddlers to petting zoos and dirt piles appear to be the new mania in the infant wellness field. This is a healthy change and a trend that could yield many benefits.

If any savvy entrepreneurs have stayed with me in this column this long, here is my suggestion for a million-dollar business: Sell compost-and-dirt-infused permeable mats to urbanites yearning for robust immune function. It could be a subscription service where someone would come every four months and dump out the old compost and dirt and fill the mat with new material. It could be a welcome mat or perhaps even a mat you’d step on when exiting the shower to get all these goodies on your bare feet.

I’m sure someone is smart enough to figure out how to get the country to the city. To be sure, I’m not suggesting we go back to open sewers and no refrigeration. I am suggesting that humanity can become too sterile. Our multi-billion-member microbiome is not sterile, and the No. 1 measure of vibrancy is microbial diversity in the gut. You don’t need to pay me a commission for the idea; just brand it and run with it.

When we eat real food, unprocessed, we receive that microbial variety, and our immune system enjoys some exercise. As a techno-sophisticated society, we have become too sterile, and our immune systems suffer as a result. Let’s get back outside, in our gardens, in the dirt, share some bugs, and enjoy exercising our immune systems. At least go visit a farm. That’s a better approach than holding back our immune system while relying on needles and pills as a crutch to hold up the body’s atrophy, don’t you think?

Joe Salatin

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Geomys Bursarius

Picture of a Geomys bursarius also known as a Plains Pocket Gopher

Picture compliments of Google

It looks like a ROUS. (Rodents of Unusual Size)

I noticed a fresh mound of dirt in our front yard on Tuesday now that the frost is finally gone.

Last Fall, a gopher wrecked havoc with my potato crop. It was the first time I’d ever had them that bad.

It made me sick. The sucker looked like it had spent several weeks gnawing on my potatoes under the cover of the heavy mulch.

I was so frustrated I called Trapper Ron. (Ron is a retired machinist that traps varmints on the side.)
Raccoon, skunks, ground hogs, gophers… He told me gophers were hard to catch in the Fall. I would have more success come spring..

I woke up this morning with a new resolve.

Get rid of the gopher. One way or the other..

Stay tuned….

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Gopher Log Entry #1
4/2/2026

Watched several clips on YouTube this morning on how to trap gophers.

I learned about Macabee traps, Cinch traps, the gopher-hawk traps, and the Victor Black Box trap.

This was my favorite video:

After watching this video, I placed an order for a 4 pack of Victor Black Box Gopher Traps on E-Bay.

They look a lot simpler to set than any of the other styles.

The guy in the video made a lot of sense. Best to set 2 traps, one facing each direction in the tunnel. (Something nobody else mentioned)

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First person to tell me where ROUS comes from without googling it wins this star:

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