First, make your list. Mine is three printed pages in an Excel spreadsheet. I add in my notes on consumption from the last Big Shopping, make new estimates for what we need, and off I go. Always keep in mind that fresh stuff usually gets confiscated when you enter a new country, so only buy as much meat and veg as you can eat between now and then.
As you can see above, Indy is helping me peel labels off tins. Why? Well. Not to be too graphic, but certain insects like to crawl behind the labels and lay eggs. I know. Gross. So it is peeling time. I write the name of the item on the top, Indy peels, then I add the name twice to the sides. This give me at least a fighting chance of knowing what it is later - although I will tell you, Sharpie is not permanent under all circumstances. When I pack the lockers, I keep birds of a feather close together, so if the day ever comes that we have fifty tins of mystery dinner, I'll be able to sort of predict whether I am opening tomatoes or peas. Three cheers for tins of funny shape! Tuna is always easy to guess.
|One locker of many.|
|Merely a subset of our flour rations.|
|Like criminals in a supermax prison.|
|I don't care if it comes in a plastic bag. Pack it properly.|
So avoid this totally hypothetical situation that has never, ever happened to me. Put most of your flour/pasta/whatever at the back. But put a few pounds at the front, too. And refresh those front pots whenever seas are calm or you get to port. It makes everyone's life more pleasant.
Avoid glass. Avoid thin tins. I have more than one friend who has had an ill-protected item burst in a locker. And I promise you, only the messiest, stickiest, hardest-to-clean things explode. It is the law.
(Oh no - the family just arrived home. Quick! Quick! Last-minute tips!) A net hammock is perfect for fruits and veggies. Not everything needs to be refrigerated. Buy tinned butter. Ahh! I'm out of time!
A well-fed crew is
*Note: This is purely perception on the part of the seasick-afflicted. It is a sad fact: when you are sick, you think everyone is being a jerk to you, no matter how nice they are being in reality.