Oh, how I have missed blogging. I would have blogged every day of this strange and fascinating vacation if internet connections had been more reliable in some of our farflung destinations -- and if the food had been more noteworthy. Mostly, our Alaskan meals have involved overflowing plastic baskets of frozen crinkle-cut french fries, soupy cole slaw, and Coffee-mate. But here's my question: If the food is so crummy why am I returning home resembling one of the ectoplasmic humanoids from Wall-E ?
I think we know the answer: I am a fool for frozen crinkle-cut french fries.
Today, I lunched on caribou stew. Okay, not a high point, but worth a try and a photograph (see right.) We also watched a film about an Eskimo whale hunt in which the raw whale -- sliced on screen, on the beach -- resembled the most beautiful, pale pink sushi. Everyone else in the audience was gasping and hiding their eyes and I was thinking, hmm. . . . it looks kind of appetizing.
Yes, I was ashamed of myself.
You didn't actually ever have the elk medallions. That next morning you had four pieces of french toast with lots of sweet, sticky syrup. mmmm.. (Although I did to)
ReplyDeleteActually, I only ate two of those slices of french toast, thanksalot. And not that much syrup, either. So there.
ReplyDeleteThis post reminded me of a time I was traveling in Australia and it went like this?
ReplyDeleteAustralian barista: Would you like some coffee, mate?
Me: I'd prefer half-and-half, if you have any.