Everything but the Cabin Sink
A couple of weeks ago I was lounging on the shores of Mara lake and actually enjoying the heat of the baking sun. There's just something about being beside the water that makes the heat much more tolerable.
Our cabin is perched on a rock next to the water in a secluded cove that's the perfect place for a quite holiday. It is however, only accessible by boat making it imperative that all types of food be stocked in case hunger strikes. For me organizing this trip usually requires several hours of meal planning followed by a major shopping trip. But I wasn't feeling great before we left I neglected planning knowing the grocery store out there to be well stocked.
When we arrived in town my cousin was just packing up to leave. He had been out the week before skiing and drinking with his buddies and he told us not to worry about shopping because they were leaving us with tons of leftover food. Yeah, the warning bells (more like sirens) were going off in my head, but being eager to get to the cabin, I pushed the idea of the grocery store out of my head.
When we arrived at the cabin my fears were confirmed when we opened the fridge to 4lbs hot dogs, 5 lbs hamburger, 1/4 cow's worth of steak, 3 packages of buns and BBQ sauce. The girls on the trip had nicely contributed a few bags of baby carrots, yogurt and 2 liters of milk. So, technically it was true that we had lots of groceries. But they were boy groceries! And then it happened, the boat died. Not all was lost at least we had lots of alcohol.
Daily meals included yogurt and a grapefruit cooler for breakfast, hot dogs and tangerine coolers for lunch and steak and veggies with pineapple coolers for dinner. And dessert? A box of several-seasons-old brownies and a french vanilla vodka cooler. It wasn't gourmet, but at least it wasn't survivor.
In the end the boat was resurrected and we were able to buy some real food for the last part of our trip. We also had to buy lots more alcohol, we'd become frighteningly accustomed to our meal-time imbibing.
The omelet above was an attempt to clean out the fridge before we left. It's a 13 egg monster with 1/2 package of breakfast sausage, 3 portabello mushrooms, 3 baby potatoes, 1 onion, 1 yellow pepper, 2 cloves of garlic, 1/2 package of cheese, 1 bunch of asparagus and 1 tomato. We still had some leftovers, but I drew the line at adding pickles... And to go along with breakfast, my new favorite drink. Milk - it was breakfast after all - mixed with Kahlua and Capitan Morgan's Parrot Bay Coconut Rum. Mmm.




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