How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 190: The Angel’s Share (1)

Click. Click. Whoosh!

I also lit a fire.

Clatter. Clatter.

I took out various cooking utensils.

In just a few more years, it will be 20 years since I came here. The time when I desperately missed rice with soy sauce marinated crab and seasoned squid has passed.

My taste buds and lifestyle have already adapted to the diet here. I routinely took out eggs, checked their freshness, lightly oiled the frying pan, and cracked the eggs.

Sizzle!

I stirred the eggs with fairly long wooden chopsticks, added chopped onions, carrots, and cheese, and my vegetable cheese omelet was complete.

In another frying pan, I spread butter and placed sliced white bread (which is precious) to make toast. As the beef stew boiled in the pot, I transferred it to a bowl.

That's how tonight's dinner was completed.

...Buttered white bread, omelet, beef stew.

Glug, glug.

And to top it off, fortified wine from Chesapeake.

For a moment, I gazed at my folding table with emotion.

'I'm getting closer to a 21st century dining table.'

Of course, I can't even dream of proper Japanese food and can't eat white rice.

But as the community grows, my standard of living gradually improves...!

Even if I can't eat the Japanese food I knew from the 21st century, I can at least somewhat imitate Western food...!

Feeling moved by this fact, I ate a piece of beef from the stew. Ah, it's good. It must be far inferior to 21st century beef, but that taste is now a distant memory, so it's fine.

After gobbling up the stew, omelet, and white bread spread with Shine Muscat jam, I felt pretty good.

Sitting in my expensive camping chair bought from HelX-nox, I stared at the fire for a long time until the sun set and stars appeared.

Pop.

Now as I open Chesapeake wine for dessert, its sweet and slightly bitter taste spreads in my mouth, relieving the fatigue throughout my body. In this drowsy state, if I fall asleep looking at the starry sky through the skylight?

It's an ideal auto camping.

Since it's winter and might be cold, I've already laid an electric heating pad on the bed.

Hoo, hoohoo.

This is the result of all kinds of hardships over the past 10+ years.

Just thinking about how my last camper flew away gives me chills. Back then, right before the hurricane hit, my car flipped over and it was chaos...

This small luxury can be considered a modest reward for enduring knife wounds, hurricanes, and all sorts of hardships.

I sip wine, and just as I'm about to fall asleep, I drink coffee again to wake myself up.

I can't just end this rare leisure time. Since I have a body that handles drinking alcohol and coffee together just fine, I might as well push it a bit.

As I nodded off holding a wine glass while warming myself by the fire... I suddenly thought.

'...Do I have any stronger alcohol?'

I'm starting to get tired of drinking the same wine all the time. I rolled up the blanket I was covered with, put it on the chair, and wobbled toward the camper.

And then.

Squeak!

I took out a box, opened it, and examined its contents.

"..."

What do I have?

A small oak barrel.

When I shake it, I hear a sloshing sound.

'Should I open it?'

No. It's only been a year. Even my wines haven't been aged over 10 years yet, so if I open it now, I'll regret it later.

Let's age it for at least 3 more years, at least 3 more years before trying it.

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Click.

Well, it's not like I can't put it back after opening it, unlike wine.

I poured the light brown liquid from the oak barrel into a cup and tasted it.

Gulp.

...Ugh, the smell of alcohol. As expected, it still doesn't taste good.

Let's put it back.

I closed the lid of the oak barrel again and sealed it tightly in the box. Then I lay down on the bed. After drinking high-proof alcohol, I started feeling sleepy.

What's the identity of the alcohol I just opened...

...it's whiskey.

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Three years ago from now.

It was around the time when Elizabeth gifted the joint throne to James of Scotland. As far as I know, that's when Scottish people officially started coming to Virginia.

"You say you're an angel descended to earth? Such nonsense... How many acres of land did you say you're distributing?"

The Scottish people were tempted to come here for fertile and vast lands instead of the barren, hilly lands of their homeland.

As such, as soon as they arrived, they focused on land reclamation and farming, and wherever hundreds of Scottish people went, vast barley fields soon spread out.

Moreover, with their enthusiasm combined with Virginia's advanced farming methods, wheat and barley became increasingly abundant.

While excess wheat was exported to England, most barley was consumed here, so vast quantities accumulated.

So the Scottish people processed the excess barley as they traditionally did.

They brewed alcohol.

Fermenting sprouted barley to make barley alcohol, then distilling it to make a spirit.

That's the famous whiskey.

Click.

Gulp.

In Japan, whiskey was expensive to drink due to import price plus 20% customs duty, 72% liquor tax, 30% education tax, 10% value-added tax... but here in Virginia, I can drink it as much as I want!

Ah, that's better than 21st century Japan.