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December 24, 2007
Survivor Girl: Zone Meal by Any Means Necessary
This morning as the temperature dropped to 25 degrees F and the gail winds blew six foot icicles from the trees around our rural cabin the lights began to blink on and off and then, darkness all around. No power. No heat, and more importantly, with four young children in my care--no stove to cook breakfast! With stomachs rumbling and blood sugar quickly dropping, I summoned my inner Survivor Girl and whipped up a Zone breakfast on the dying embers of our fire saving us all from eminent starvation!
Post your tall tale survivor stories to comments. And Merry Christmas everyone!
Zone Meal By Any Means Necessary
Final Product: Scambled Eggs, Dried Thai Chili, Hunk-o-Avocado, and an Asian Pear
Posted by Nicole Okumu at December 24, 2007 6:18 PM
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once, I was out of Cabernet and had to subsist on Syrah for 2-3 nights in a row... It was horrible...
Posted by: Robyn at December 25, 2007 7:41 PM
Once, all the Romain wilted so I had to survive off Endive salids for a whole day.
Posted by: Lau at December 25, 2007 11:55 PM
Way to go, Nicole. That looks like a tasty breakfast.
One time at, band camp...
Posted by: TomC at December 26, 2007 10:30 AM
Hey Lau,
I'm interested. What's a "Romain salid?" Is that like a Roman chair?
Posted by: TomC at December 26, 2007 10:33 AM
In the summer of '89, my roommate and I headed off for the Sierras w/ food and gear planned out for a five day and thirty odd mile circuit in Desolation Wilderness. We had both done this before and even together. In the first two days, we basked in the sun and ate all of our fast food (all things that didn't require cooking). On day three, we broke down and unpacked the gas stove. We had tested it the day before we embarked on our journey and ithad worked just fine. Out there in the woods, however, the damn thing refused to light. We tried and tried but to no avail. Eventually, we realized that the only solution was to eat the only remaining food that didn't require heat: a can of refried beans. So, we looked for the can opener. And we looked...and looked. The end result was using a Swiss army knife and a rock to open the can. Those were the best damn canned refried beans I've ever had. We hiked out the remainder of our circuit that night, ending at the trailhead at 11:30pm and slept on picnic tables. (Incidentally, I was probably as sore as I had ever recalled being at the end of this little adventure but wouldn't know the true meaning of sore until many years later, when Max introduced me to the glory and evil of Crossfit.) We hitched a ride back to our car and drove to town for a nice breakfast. We're lucky we were allowed into the diner and even got served, seeing how skanky we looked and no doubt smelled.
Posted by: Ev at December 26, 2007 4:18 PM
Nice and resourceful! MacGyver would be damn proud Nicole!
My best "stranded story" is a little evil. Stranded for one day/night in an east coast professor's house with a bunch of girlfriends during one of the famous March/April blizzards. I think (not accounting for fuzzy memory) we ended up eating everything edible from the fridge including the wine cabinet...Down with the establishment man!
Posted by: mojo rising at December 26, 2007 7:07 PM
Nice and resourceful! MacGyver would be damn proud Nicole!
My best "stranded story" is a little evil. Stranded for one day/night in an east coast professor's house with a bunch of girlfriends during one of the famous March/April blizzards. I think (not accounting for fuzzy memory) we ended up eating everything edible from the fridge including the wine cabinet...Down with the establishment man!
Posted by: mojo rising at December 26, 2007 7:07 PM
Nice hair, Nicole.
Posted by: angela at December 27, 2007 10:05 AM