Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Ice Cream for the Apocalypse

This past weekend Mike and I went to Chicago for what we have taken to calling Second Christmas. My family lives in Maine, and Mike's lives in Chicago, which has presented a bit of a problem with figuring out what to do around the holidays. Right around Christmas Mike and I turn into tiny children, and absolutely want to do nothing else but sit around in our pajamas playing with our new toys. This makes it difficult to travel from one place to another just after Christmas, as airport security tends to frown upon grown adults in flannel onesies and fluffy slippers who cry when you take their legos away.

Our solution to this problem is to have "real" Christmas with one family, and then have Second Christmas with the other family over Martin Luther King Day Weekend, when you have a Monday off. We have done this two years in a row (last year Chicago got "real" Christmas, and this year Maine got "real" Christmas), and it has been a blast. It also helps to stave off the post-holiday curmudgeonly grumpies, as our holiday season lasts until most of the way through January.

Thus, two days ago, I was sitting in front of a Christmas tree in PJs and knee-high giraffe socks (courtesy of my fabulous mother-in-law) and opening a giant cardboard box from Mike. Inside was approximately 50 packages of astronaut ice cream.


Astronaut ice cream tastes just like regular ice cream, but it does have a distinctly bizarre texture. I happen to like the texture, but other people have likened it to "melty chalk," "chalk dust" and, "no really, it's like I'm licking a chalkboard." But it tastes good! Mike got it for us to have on the trail, as it is lightweight and requires no refrigeration. It is, in essence, a freeze-dried square of ice cream that is ostensibly eaten by astronauts. We will keep a couple of packages with us as we hike and the rest we will put into our "Bounce Bucket" (stay tuned for a post about the Bounce Bucket, as I will explain it soon), so that we can have a steady supply on our trek up the east coast. Though I will be shocked if any of it makes it past the first week.

Mike and I have spoke about the fact that we will be well supplied and prepared if the apocalypse happens while we're on the trail. We'll already have everything we need for sleeping and surviving in the woods, and we'll have ice cream until the end of days.

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