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I picked the first of our cosmic carrots, which are growing into monsters in the garden, to use in a chicken potpie recipe.

To give you some perspective on just how big they are, this is after I topped it and trimmed off the baby rootlets.

Also, a light bulb went off for me when I was thinking about water storage for hurricane season. This was because I'd just seen the prices for official water storage containers, which are beyond ridiculous, and most of what's out there is cheap and flimsy. So I was in the sewing room moving the tote of thrifted fabric when I happened to look at the label on the side. 66 quarts is 16.5 gallons, right? And I probably have twenty or thirty of these nice, sturdy plastic bins with locking lids from my spring clean last year; they're sitting in the garage. They're perfect, no cracks, and a snap to wash out. I can even double what I have if I emptied my fabric stash out of the ones in the closet.

So here's how I think they'd work best: take the empty & clean storage tote into your bathroom, kitchen or wherever you want to use it. That's where you fill it with water and keep it with the lid on. Then after the power goes out, just take the lid off and use a smaller container or jug to take how much water you want from it. If you think you'll need a lot of water, then keep them in your garage or shed (I would not stack them) and fill them all up before a storm. Pretty smart, huh? :)

Comments

Maria Zannini said…
Holy moley, I have those locking tubs too. I never thought of it either. Thank you!

re: carrots
Those are monsters! Mine never get that big.

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