Re: [CH] Open Fields preps
VoodooChile (rael64@qwest.net)
Mon, 23 Sep 2002 01:10:04 -0600
>Have decided on the camping which means it will most likely RAIN
>because my tent is Not water proof. Frankly this is the first time
>in how old am I ? uh 25+ years that I have camped -never on my own...
>(the cub scout camping don't count cause I was 5 min from home LOL! )
>
>So Jim... drinking and or washing water? I think I read Susan was
>providing the port-a-pots this year, same wonderful hand sink I
>hope? I guess last year I had Dasani and whatever anyone else was
>drinking... a bum of sorts.
>i think I liked the bum thing as I am a shameful meal planner. lol!
>Hey Rael you like to cook if ya wanta cook/orchestrate I'll fill a
>supply list (within rea$on) <sheppish grin>
>Eah you prololy got that hooked up already anyway.
>Same for Ms Dewi or anyone else not arriving semi locally.
Well, the short of it is...first, I plan on grazing like the bumming
pig I am...and second, the little food I do bring will be nothing
anyone will wanna share (read: rice noodles and tea...i'm a
minimalist at heart). Also, I plan on taking advantage of Bro. Jim's
landlord's edibles, thus I'll see more of what I'm eating once there.
<note to self: bring *cash*>. If I get creative, and find some sense
of hospitality, and thus attempt to offer up anything to the
multitudes, it will be with said edibles found and chiles picked. I
have been thinking about an apple salsa (as was someone else,
previously). May shove some bagels in my pack...apple salsa/peanut
butter/bagels. Could be a <gasp> plan...
But here's Rael's Philosophy of Cooking, which may apply to others
who've cooked professionally and are burnt out from said profession
for life (evidently). I dunno. For me, though, I pretty much cook
now because I have to; most of the fun is gone. But also, and this
is major for me, I don't "cook fancy" much cuz I'm *spoiled*rotten*
and HATE to cook unless I've got all the sheeeet I want w/in my
reach, proper equipment, etc. If I have to run to the store to get
something, I hate life. If I run out of something whilst throwing
together a dish, I curse and wish I had a huge kitchen floor upon
which I could bounce saute pans in anger as I was known to do. I
break things. I do dangerous things with my knives and occasionally
draw blood.
I also like to cook nekkid which, well, some think it's just not
proper for polite company. But that's beside the point...
I'm a kitchen bitch, no doubt...
Luckily, I'm into the simple, into minimalism in a general lifestyle
kinda way, and thus, noodles and tea are as good as osso buco in my
mind...although that just reminded me I have some veal in the
freezer. DAMN. And not one friggin' lemon in the house, i bet....
Anywho, you're more than welcome to partake of my herbs :)
(ahem...mint, pineapple sage, lemon balm :)
BTW, anyone with the wild hair to do some creative cooking at the
fields and wanting some epazote for your dish, hollar at me before
Friday as I've got a big mo'fo' bush in my back yard that is
beeeeotiful, baby (and man, what a fragrance!...or stench, depending
upon the individual) and will gladly deal with the hassle I'm sure
I'll face carring a huge leafy item through airports strapped to my
pack...
Well, enough ramblin. Little chile intercourse here. My apologies.
Finished a metaphysics paper and am a little hyped as well as rambly
(rambly? gawd...)
--
Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles.......
Rael"...bringing the existentialism rough draft with me to Da Fields
(dammit)..."64
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