An opportunity came up for me to get out of Vancouver. It was taken with some trepidation, for the simple reason that the plan had some clear holes in it. Good time allowed me to avoid the most chaotic parts of the enterprise. The result I drove a moderately sized car from Vancouver to Merritt, unloaded a massively over sized U-Haul in Nakusp and squeezed in a terribly brief visit with the folks.
This post is not about the trek, but about uncertainty. As a self described hobbit I like things to stay much the same day after day, and like Samwise Gamgee, I am fond of my food. Knowing that the trip, on a good day, with a focused driver in a moderately speedy car is an optimistic 8 hours, and knowing that lumbering brick from U-Haul was about as likely to set a land speed record as a snail, I planned for a long day. By planning for a long day I mean I packed food. Because, driving takes concentration, I can't concentrate when hungry, and I don't believe others can either, so I packed extra food.
In all honesty I will likely pack food if I plan on not being back in the house in three hours. Three hours is about the time after my last meal that I start to notice the decline in, attention, short term memory and mood. So I try to plan for that. The flip side is when I lack the funds to eat out or the resource to pack a picnic I become less adventurous.
Now as it happened was passing through a bread baking phase, which has slowed down, in part because of work and because it is simply too warm out to run the oven regularly. Blessed with a few extra days off before the trip, I made bread, honestly I was bored and had a new cookbook. The bread was not made expressly for the trip, but the timing worked out well. The bread made was a Sicilian Scroll*, a hearty dense loaf made with semolina giving it a rich yellow colour. Much to my surprise and pleasure it kept well enough to be enjoyable on Wednesday, despite being baked on the Monday.
*Recipe linked to is not from the book I used but is close enough.
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As the day before the trip wound down I took stock, a few apples some bread, cheese and meat, along with things in jars. I concluded it would not be enough. It was clear that the food lacked one key feature, it required some assembly. The hours I would spend driving would take me past secondus, into elevenses and beyond, a hands free snack would be needed to extend my utility. Enter cookies.
Oatmeal raisin, modified after the Better Homes and Gardens cook book recipe.
The modifications to the recipe included a minor reduction in the sugar, dark chocolate chunks, dried cranberries, and walnuts. I regret not having the orange zest used in making a previous batch, and found them a little too dry to be perfect. A shortage of butter lead to making them entirely with shortening, not my preferred method but will do in a pinch. Only after bagging the batch of cookies, such that both vehicles in our mad convoy could be confidently stocked with snacks did I feel I had enough.
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The drive from Vancouver to Merritt, was uneventful, both human passengers and the three cats fell asleep somewhere past Hope. The cookies were nibbled on along the way. After Merritt I took the copilot seat in the stupid massive van, which had the fuel economy half that of a 1950's land yacht. Leading to a gas stop in Lumbey. After the driver discovered there was nothing fit for human consumption in the gas station, I pulled out goodies, and there was much rejoicing.
In the 20 km long fly speck of a community called Cherryville, a snack break was planned. The plan fell through when it turned out that a cafe perched at the edge of the mountains, dependant on tourist traffic, was not going to be open for another week. Faced with the threat of friends driving the most treacherous part of the route hungry, food was offered, eaten, and there was much rejoicing. I can be a bit immodest around my foods, especially breads, but it would be fair to say that a good feeding on the last leg of the trip improved the mood all around.
It was never my plan to feed everyone, but when it comes to food security, the best way to have enough is to have more. You pack enough to share, not because sharing is the plan but because if you have to share you still have enough. My food was secure. Points to my sister for the phrasing, which I have garbled.
Its funny how a selfish act can become selfless. Its not to say I did not enjoy feeding my friends, of course I do, but on that trip it was a backup plan.
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After a short supper with the folks, I sat on the front half of yard, enjoying the too many stars and loud nature. My presence was noticed by a local deer, who huffed at me from the edge of the woods. In the morning I saw the tree cull and it was good. This trip was the first one in years where I was there in time for the pond to be watered, there was a solitary mallard drake, who when started flew into the trees, and in fact into a tree, bushing against a top as he failed to climb. It was a good little trip.
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