OK, OK .... so I dress for comfort.... and yes! Will work for food....
Yak's snacks are hard to pass on. His butcher should be presented with some kind of an award for great foods.
Let's face it... when anyone sees this group of wrinkled faces around a camp fire, one's heart goes out and has to begin some activity to cancel out the many laughs stored up inside ya.
Serving plates is a wonderful way to snicker behind their backs.... :shock: :wink:
Now there are those who aren't that far out on the insane circles of looks vs mentality. Harry and Harry Jr, Van, Ray, Joe ( but Joe is hair line for right now....) and of course Daper Al. These guys allow strangers to approach the camp without fears. Without them and their lofty presents among the rest, would make us look like a group of Jeffrie Dhommers wannabees.
Most with pot bellies that make Santa jealous, one can readily see that amounts on a plate have no limits nor concerns from other's opinions. Resilent in our attitutes about eating well and laugh heartily anyone else can quickly see that to join in would be complete madness and self help needed to help sustain one's ballance till the next meal/snack.
Those big menues you read about here on the forum is usually nothing but carefully placed ads. In reality peanuts/cut cold cuts/cheeses and what ever can be carried for a week in a wet pack is found laying on the dinning table. Oh yes, sometimes there are dehydrated foods found, but they too are a product of "camper's fast foods" and time saving spreads.
I have found that taste has nothing to do with what we eat. But having said that, I gotta say that some of these guys bring food fit for a king... and a bunch of starving paddles without pride. :shock:
That leads me to render this pearl of advise..... serve others so that ye may have extra.... :wink: :lol:
swampy Matridie to th' Starz along th' river