My mom thinks I dine on boiled potatoes and plain water on road trips. I do not know what mothers typically worry about their adult children; I do know though regardless of their children's age, mothers always worry about something. In my case, my mom "worries" that I do not have enough to eat, or I will get eaten by a bear. Either case, I am most certain it is not going to happen on this trip.
I patiently explain to Mother the best I can that we eat very well while on road trips. Not T-Bone-Steak-and-Lobster-Tail good, but Wholesome-Nutritious-and-Finger-Lickin' good. My one-pot-gourmet rocks the house. More appropriately, it rocks the van.
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| Homemade sausage, mushrooms, celery, carrots, and soba noodles |
It was definitely Soup Season camping at Heart Lake last night - it was raining as if I never left Seattle. I decided the gourmet du jour shall be sausage soup with soba noodles. We sneaked across the border (shhhh!) some vacuum packed homemade sausages - it flavored the soup base. Added some carrots, celery, mushrooms. Fifteen minutes later we got a pot of steaming soup that any black bears would envy. Thankfully, none of them visited so we slept through the rainy night. By the way, mother, I did not get eaten by a bear either.
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| Steaming hot soup. Let's eat! |
I miss cooking one-pot gourmet in my van.
ReplyDeleteI miss cooking one pot gourmet with Eric.
ReplyDeleteI miss cooking with my husband.
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