The Mother Earth News......it tells you how
September/October 1977
By the Mother Earth News editors
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Cold weather and snow are on the way for many parts of the country (and have already arrived for some). Time to get the bird feeders ready . . . and here's a very simple one that anybody from grade-schooler to Grandpa can make.
Many root vegetables-such as potatoes, sweet potatoes, beets, turnips, parsnips, radishes, and carrots-may be stored in a simple barrel root cellar for winter and spring use. Set the container at a 45° angle two-thirds of the way into the ground on a few large rocks or bricks (for drainage). Cover the barrel with six inches of dirt, six inches of straw, and a final two inches of dirt. Select firm, sound vegetables and remove excess clinging dirt, but do not wash the produce. Carefully pack the vegetables in straw-layer after layer-9n the barrel and cover the full container with [1] its lid, [2] a foot of straw or leaves, and [3] a board held in place by a large rock. You'll find it easy to open this mini-root cellar and remove the produce inside as needed. If you can't obtain a wooden barrel from hardware stores or lumberyards, a section of culvert drainage tile fitted with plywood ends will work just as well.
ORIGINAL HOT APPLE "PIE SANDWICH"
by PROWLEY SNOOKER'S
Divine inspiration hits us all at one time or other. Mine came after toting 100 pounds of food uphill to our cabin. I was fighting off exhaustion with the thought of the hot apple pie we'd have for supper. But at the top my lady informed me that you can't bake pies on a wood stove without chopping down a half acre of God's own trees for fuel. My depression was hewmongus, and I shuffled downhill for a second load.