How to Save Money on Food During the Credit Crunch
The Great Depression is upon us and saving money is the name of the game - we all have to do it ~ from International Bankers (Cockney rhyming slang 
) to humble minions such as myself.
One area ripe for savings is food so here are my staggeringly brilliant ideas on how to save money on food !
Being a devotee of logic I am only too well aware that everything can be answered with an equation, so here is one I prepared:
Food[expensive]+Nutrition[required to avoid death]=Great_Expense
There’s a Gordian Knot of a problem, food is required to stave off death and it’s expensive - a seemingly insurmountable problem !
Not so dear reader … Boil it down to a sum of its parts.
Clearly we need to eat - unavoidable so the only answer can be … you’re ahead of me here aren’t you ?
Don’t Pay for Food !
That’s what I’ve done, and at the risk of crowing, done with great success.
I don’t advocate living on mud and grass pies et al - heaven forefend - no, your host likes to eat well.
Other people feed me
Wednesday saw me fine dining with friends and enjoying a fabulous lunch, really most enjoyable.
Last night feeling peckish around 10.30pm I decided on a toasted organic bagel with lashing of super deluxe marmalade - hold you say, bagels are cheap but marmalade is a luxury, certainly not for the proletariat during a recession !
No Problemo - it’s Witches’ Brew ! A damn fine concoction which finally made it’s way (after a month in transit) to La Casa Goldeneye after being finely made by our very own WoE !
Friday night will see me dining out on a Fine Pie (for our more base readers, dining out on a Fine Pie is not a euphemism) just the ticket to keep this little boy’s mind and body together.
Sunday sees yet another invitation for Sunday Lunch, and so it goes on - marvellous.
The catch is getting invited, that can be the rub, especially for those who lack my witty finesse and irresistible personality.
Being urbane helps as well and I’m nuffink if not urbane
I do have a gap in my schedule, Saturday night namely. I welcome all suggestions to further my likelihood of more invitations to be fed or indeed invitations themselves - how could you possibly resist even the possibility of breaking bread with me (your bread of course)
I remain yours in good cheer and fully sated
Rod
WoE said,
February 27, 2009 @ 1:51 pm
Rod,
You would be most welcome on Saturday night at the Coven….. alas all we’ll have is a very large pot of marmalade (sounds more and more like Baldrick and his turnip fascination
) the novelty of which will soon rub off after a couple more bagels 
Taking your advice we’ll also be seeking charitable victuals while the Coven undergoes yet more restoration….. gone are the days when a wave of the wand would suffice, instead we’re treading the mortal path and waiting for our odd job man to
mess things usamaze us with his skillShould we all be camping out at LB’s during these trying times? Chances are there’ll be hot stew and dumplings with a hearty flagon of ale for any needy passers by…. then again we could be shot for trespass….
WoE
Little Brother said,
February 27, 2009 @ 7:59 pm
Rod,
Bloody leach, what would father say?
LB
Rod said,
February 27, 2009 @ 8:38 pm
LB,
since you choose to comment I feel I can say that, despite being in charge of 11 professional kitchens in various countries, your contribution to my New Credit Crunch Diet is, frankly, disappointing
Thanks for helping me stay slim though
Rod
Little Brother said,
February 27, 2009 @ 10:49 pm
Rod,
Glad to be a disappointment to you!
LB
Femme Fatale said,
March 1, 2009 @ 8:57 am
Rod,
Any invites for Saturday night or did you feed yourself on bread and scrape?
FF
xx
Rod said,
March 1, 2009 @ 9:59 am
FF,
sadly Saturday night ended up as a ‘feed yourself night’
I managed to survive on a sausage and spicy tomato pasta bake.
I’ll have to check my budget and see where I can claw the expensse back
Regards
RRod