We always have in the pantry a bucket of muttonbirds. These are the young of seabirds that are collected from burrows and cleaned and salted for storage. they last for two years but some people like the taste of older ones where the fat has started to taste rancid (BLURK) They used to be packed into seaweed bags made from bull kelp and wrapped in bark from totara trees. Now they are harvested by only people with historic family rights to the islands off shore and packed into buckets. We cook these and our children won't eat them!
We spent part of last winter at our bach which has no water or electricity, It is a small house with no plumbing (read outside toilet )near the beach and we cooked all our meals on the fire and ate alot of smoked fish and vegetables which had self seeded in a neighbours garden.( swiss chard etc) Our kids loved the baths in front of the fire from a basin and the hardest part was carting water for drinking and washing clothes but we were all so happy. The kids were also filthy but in winter they didnt get sick at all.
My parents brought me up at that same bach, (later having electricity and running water). We ate mostly what we grew and sliced bread was a rare treat until we started school. They were not hippys but my Dad is a Maori and that was how they lived. They just did not live in a world of consumerism with endless shopping. When I read this page I thought Oh this sounds like us and had never realised that people in other countrys wanted to live this way. Sorry for rambling on, first post and all that, nice to read your postings.