About a month ago I bought Carnation powdered milk. It was an impulse buy while I meandered down the baking aisle one late Sunday evening. My thought process: “I should give this a try before my trip.” Yet each morning after grabbing my Honey Bunches of Oats, I purposefully reach for my deliciously cold soy milk rather than mixing up a concoction of room temperature water and a clumpy, cornstarch-like substance.
Yesterday I found an assortment of dehydrated meals on sale. Without a second thought, I picked up one of each flavor, excited about the concept of adding boiling water to a bag of shriveled up mushrooms and rice. I have a feeling that those meals are going to sit comfortably in my cupboard until the day before my departure, at which point I shall delicately place them into my travel food bin for future consumption.
At the present moment I plan on enjoying “real” food for as long as possible. Given the choice between a turkey burger with all the fixins and a can of Spam, the former will win out every time. From previous climbing/camping experience, I know that food on the go often turns into a necessity, rather than a luxury.
Yes, I’m sure I’ll be in for some interesting food surprises while I’m on my journey.
Yes, I’m positive that I’ll learn what’s tolerable and what is clearly downright unsavory.
Yes, I’m confident that this is all part of the adventure.