Over the past two days, I’ve had the pleasure of tasting some of the best food I’ve eaten in a long while…


  • New York Strip steaks
  • Sausage (the kind that’s shaped like a giant horseshoe)
  • Sausage (the kind that comes in a tube)
  • Eggs
  • Potatoes
  • Hot dogs
  • Ketchup (pilfered from Wendy’s by pumping it into a styrofoam cup)
  • Grocery store brand tortillas
  • Good beer (Blue Moon, Fat Tire, Shiner Bock)
  • Tall trees
  • Cold nights
  • Warm fire
  • Bright stars
  • Sunny days
  • A lake
  • Good friends (old and new)
  • No email

I had the great joy of spending a couple of days camping with some people who have been a part of my journey for some years now, and some of their good friends who they brought along.  It was 48 hours spent talking about life, having some laughs, singing some songs, and enjoying creation.  When you’re cooking in nature, sure, you can go through the trouble of re-creating your favorite domestic recipes, but I think that goes against the point of being in nature.  There are many factors that go toward determining how good a particular meal is, and the food isn’t always the most important.   I have been reminded vividly of the fact that the setting in which food is eaten, and the company with which you eat it, are every bit as important as the ingredients, quality, and preparation; sometimes more.   Food that would normally merit only a resounding “meh,” based on ingredients and quality alone, can be elevated to the sublime, when you eat it in the right place, and with the right people.