I walked a huge loop through the Presidio and Crissey Field yesterday. It was bright and clear and sunny and just unbelievably windy. It was so lovely I stayed out longer than I had planned, so as I high-tailed it across town to pick up Ernest from his afterschool program I tried to think of what to make for dinner. I had had an early lunch and foregone my afternoon snack (I’m like child – I need that little something around 3 or 4) and was hungry enough that I felt just a little faint. I honestly could not remember any foodstuffs we had in the house except for a half dozen beets – 3 red and 3 golden. I seriously could not think of a single thing to make with 6 beets, much less anything that sounded remotely delicious.
Brain freeze.
I called my dashing husband almost in tears. He suggested Ernest and I fetch him from the office and all go out for Thai noodles. I’m not sure any food has every tasted quite so good as those did. Maybe the freeze-dried chicken à la king we used to have when we went camping when I was a kid. I was convinced it was the best dinner ever and could not for the life of me figure out why we never ate it at home. My mom finally humored me and made some. My 8 year-old self learned the magic that hunger, physical activity, and fresh air can have on the taste buds.
Kendra S | 13-Mar-09 at 4:33 pm | Permalink
This reminds me of the time Dale’s mom packed Dinty Moore stew for his Boy Scout trip and then he asked her to buy it to serve at home… blecch
Or when I made my mom make the freeze dried applesauce we used to take backpacking at home. So salty.
Does this happen to every kid who experiences the outdoors and “camp food”?