Not everything in this world goes off without a hitch. In fact, lately, it has been quite a struggle to keep up with the staggering number of little failures plaguing my life. *sigh* another silly story about some dude’s problems. Nope. I’m just going to allude to them to provide a general mental context, then proceed to tell you about something completely different, and frustratingly so.

Thanksgiving, usually composed of many familia around a large table cobbled out of many smaller ones and covered with an amazingly large, totally delicious, and entirely expected (read: anticipated) spread.

This year the tradition amounted to barely more than a nod, though efforts were made otherwise. Sitting in the Pasayten Wilderness of north central Washington, hunkered down in the tent as rather large flakes of snow drift their lazy paths through the air, we chow. Squash, stuffing, lemon-herb duck, and almond rocca (a story in itself) for dessert. Winter camping being what it is, I had cooked accordingly, but perhaps too well. The squash and stuffing combined contained over a stick and a half of butter. That, in ~4 serving of each averages to approximately 6 tablespoons per bite. At least, that was the oily perception of pissed off taste-buds. This spread got tossed (though the duck was delicious). This, just one of many shortcomings on an arduous trip. The good stuff (pics) are forthcoming, but for now, google earthers will have to be happy with this: Robinson Mountain (zipped kml).
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ps, unbeknownst to a few, my nickname in high school for several years switched between “fluffy”, “jesus”, and “peanut butter and fluff” (pbaf) Silly folken never did realize that they got the pbaf wrong, as my initials area actually pabf, in which case it would be “peanut and butter fluff” which is just as well. Additionally, the word ‘methalate’ has recently been added to my vocabulary, you should do the same. In the meantime, we should all satisfy ourselves with being jealous over the pictorially amazing adventures of the ma in madape.