Your mileage may vary.
I've lived on a remote mountainside without cash income for months at a stretch, and had folks come over for dinner because the food was good. I just asked that they bring a gift of coffee, flour, salt or booze. And I sometimes provided the drinks, depending on what fruit was in season. Neighbor and I once drank 6 gallons of plum wine in a week and a half. He stopped by every evening with tobacco. ;)
/johnny
” mold. Most folks don’t want that. I’m great with it, but I eat most everything “
A little mold doesn’t bother me, largely due to my upbringing, I guess — even with bread, I just cut the moldy part off and proceed... ;)
And, in truth, I kinda miss the hanging hard sausage and wheels of Wisconsin cheese (and, from one memorable occasion from my youth, Virginia ham) with their green coating - Good Eats!!!
By the way, the irony is not lost on me that I’m struggling to learn skills that were second-nature to my Grandmothers... ;)