LopeHunter
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On a backpack hunt with a neighbor's son who was my age. We were 35ish. We were hiking with the camp on our back each day. He was in charge of dehydrated meals. My only request: no bell peppers. First night we glass for mules until dark and the mountain is cooling off from 60s down towards freezing. He tosses me a dehydrated meal packet...has bell peppers, toss it back. Tosses me another. Bell peppers. Every last one has bell peppers. Okay, am hungry and is now in upper 40s. I drop in the heater pellet and the cup of water so the meal will warm up. Fold over the top and after a minute or two the packet pops letting out most of the steam. I eat cold, bell pepper infused gray chicken slab and rice in the cold wind. That is when you appreciate you are eating food as fuel rather enjoying the food as you eat it.