I've always been a bit of a homebody. Every few days or so, I get the urge to go and do something. Overall, I'd rather stay home. In the winter, there is not much that draws me out of the house.
All that squirreling away of food that I do over the course of the rest of the year, comes in mighty handy. I used to go grocery shopping frequently. It felt like the thing to do every few days. Of course, with all that shopping, came lots of waste. The packaging alone filled a huge barrel from the trash company to overflowing each week. I bought all kinds of things that I meant to use, but forgot, or wasn't in the mood to eat them. They got tossed with the packaging to rot.
I've gotten a lot better at not wasting these days. The grocery store is rarely darkened by my shadow. Hubby picks up the odd item for me while he is out. The remainder comes from bulk purchased ingredients, my garden, animals that were purchased from local farmers and stored in the freezer and a coop that a few homeschooling friends and I participate in.
It all adds up to help me not have to run out. My car sits in the driveway, warming in the sun. The kids and I stay in our pjs for much of the day. The chickens are quite used to me in my bathrobe. The neighbors are too, for that matter. It's kind of nice being thought of as eccentric already, people don't question you being in your pjs at 3 in the afternoon, outside in the snow.
I made bread yesterday that refused to rise and ended up a brick. (my yeast was getting too old) I woke up this morning thinking that I would just go and buy some bread. Instead I pulled out the freshly ground flour and my kitchen aid and the kids helped me make some better bread. It's currently rising on the counter. That fresh brick of yeast I had in the freezer did the trick nicely. No need to go out. I can remain in my pjs a bit longer. There's no place like home.