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  • Humanitarian Daily Ration Review

    There comes a time during the planning portion of any operation where you get overwhelmed by the finances. You just get anxious due to how much everything costs. It seems like you spend all of your time taking money out of ATMs just to hand it to cashiers, or entering your credit card number and CVV into e-commerce websites. I have officially hit that phase of thru-hike planning and it is freaking me out.

    Recently a lot of my anxiety has come from food. I have been crunching the numbers recently on just how many calories it takes to walk over 2000 miles. And just how much it costs to purchase one calorie of non-perishable foodstuffs. I am desperately looking for that magic website that sells beef jerky for $5 a pound or fistfuls of sunflower seeds for a quarter. During those searches I came across a website selling daily humanitarian rations for $15 a case. Since a case contains ten rations, that breaks down to $1.50 per ration.

    Daily humanitarian rations are a “food gift from the people of the United States of America”. They are most usually airdropped someplace like Haiti after a hurricane or some African nation during a famine or eastern Europe after some dictator launches a regional war. The box they come in looks just like an MRE (meal ready to eat) box and the meal itself contains lots of the same things you’ll find in an MRE.

    Each individual meal bag is like a salmon colored MRE bag. Quick aside, the bags used to be bright yellow so they stood out. However, cluster bombs are also bright yellow so people would actively avoid daily ration bags because they didn’t want to get blown up. So they changed them to be salmon colored. Fortunately, the guys that make cluster bombs haven’t switched to salmon yet. Although that seems like a really bad-ass tactic if one wanted to maximize the amount of little kids they blow up. Take notes, Department of War.

    On to the rations themselves. The box I purchased was packaged in August 2022. Each bag contains enough food for one person for one day. This means two entrees plus several side dish options to snack on in between. Nutritional breakdown of each ration is roughly 2000-2200 calories with a macronutrient breakdown of about 60% carbs, 30% fat, and 10% protein.

    Because the rations are meant to go all over the world to all sorts of people with allergic and dietary and religious restrictions, the entrees are all vegan or vegetarian. In other words: beans, beans, and more beans. A box of ten rations contains five different “menus”, each with slightly different combinations of entrees.

    Because I didn’t want to waste the entire box doing testing, I only ate two different rations. The first one I chose was menu #1. For breakfast I had the strawberry toaster pastries, also known as Pop-Tarts. This wasn’t some kind of knock-off Pop-Tarts or anything, they were actual Pop-Tarts still in their Pop-Tarts foil wrapper. They tasted like strawberry unfrosted Pop-Tarts if someone sat on them for an hour.

    For lunch I had beans and rice in tomato sauce. The beans in question were navy beans. This was a fabulous entree for a glorified MRE. Tasted great and quite filling. Remember that I said “filling”, because we’ll come back to it later.

    Delicious beans and rice

    In between meals the ration contained two packs of MRE crackers with peanut butter and strawberry jam. This daily ration was brought to you by the strawberry council. The most amazing thing about this ration and the other one I ate is that all four sets of crackers were completely unbroken. If you’ve never eaten an MRE, the odds of finding just one unbroken pack of crackers are up there with discovering a new star using only a magnifying glass.

    The second entree was lentil stew. Also rather filling. As someone whose mother loved to make lentils, I understand that they are basically a superfood. My big problem with this stew was that it was almost devoid of taste. Fortunately, the ration came with salt, pepper, and crushed red pepper to give it a little kick and make the stew palatable.

    Lentil stew

    Beyond that, there was a fig bar and a shortbread cookie for your sweet tooth. The fig bar tasted like some store bought version, far from bad but not exceptionally good. The shortbread cookie was the correct amount of sweetness but just a little dry. This ration needed to contain a powdered milk packet to dunk it in.

    In addition to everything mentioned above, the humanitarian ration contained a spoon, napkin, pack of matches, sugar packet, and moist towelette. No drink packets or heaters. It also contained a weird pictogram of, I guess, describing how to eat the food inside in case you’ve never seen packaged food before. Maybe you were too busy running from a dictator’s death squads or a tsunami warning to ever try one before now.

    Let’s circle back to my comment on how “filling” the entrees were. Both entrees contained maltodextrin among the first four ingredients. Maltodextrin is a food additive that comes from corn or rice or wheat. It is typically added to food to add bulk, among other reasons. It can trick you into thinking your food portion is more filling than it actually is, One reason some people do not like maltodextrin as an additive is because it has a higher glycemic index than table sugar. It may also cause gastrointestinal inflammation at high doses. Another good reason not to like it is because it causes flatulence.

    Between the beans and the maltodextrin squeezed into everything, it was a pretty loud night in my apartment. It was just like that campfire scene in Blazing Saddles. The farting never ceased.

    For the second day, I decided on menu #4. Interestingly, menu #4 was exactly the same as menu #1 except the beans and rice with tomato sauce was subbed out for a pasta with tomatoes and sauce entree. That entree contained lentils and maltodextrin, despite there being no mention of them in the title. It also wound up tasting very good by MRE standards and is something I could definitely eat in the future. Everything else was exactly the same: Pop-Tarts, crackers, fig bar, everything.

    That night in the apartment it sounded like I had the brass section of the Austin Symphony Orchestra for a sleep over. If you ever bring any of these daily rations with you to a campsite, make sure you are going solo. Or set up your tent all by itself on the far end of the pad.

    Ultimately, this review is supposed be my opinion on the humanitarian daily ration as a meal option. I would eat these. Which is a good thing because I still have eight left. I would even buy another case. A buck fifty for a full day of rations is a tough deal to beat. I ate an item from the bag every few hours or so and never got noticeably hungry, and I walked about 10000 to 11000 steps each day.

    On the negative side, each bag weighs about two pounds so it may not be worthwhile to bring too many in your backpack at once. I would describe the overall taste as slightly better than an MRE, so if you can’t stomach an MRE you should avoid. Also, the lack of variety makes it somewhat disheartening to eat them more than two days in a row. And the incessant farting.

  • Website Announcement

    I have some news to share. I won’t say it is “exciting” news, because that feels presumptuous. The news is that I have bought a domain for this blog. The blog can now be found at this new URL:
    https://www.genehikesapptrail.blog

    The URL https://genehikesapptrail.wordpress.com will also continue to work. For those of you too lazy to update your bookmarks.

    The biggest change you will notice, aside from the location, is that there are no more ads to sift through. That was not the main reason I decided to pony up cash, but it is the one most noticeable to you the readers.

    The impetus behind this change was because of storage. A free plan got you 1GB of storage, but the cheapest paid plan is 6GB. The lack of storage for a free blog meant that I have been compressing almost every image I have uploaded. I do not wish to spend time compressing anything before uploading while I’m on the trail, so I needed to pay for more storage space. As someone who used Lynx text-only browser in the ’90s, I never dreamed I would ever say 1GB of storage was too little.

    Since the paid plan is good for one year, this purchase should last until the thru-hike is over. I’ll probably continue compressing files until the actual hike begins, but once it does I will be uploading everything in source quality. I want you to be able to experience the awe and wonders of the trail just as I will.

    To celebrate this announcement, we are doing our first and only Content Week[TM]. Starting on Wednesday, September 23rd, I will be posting a new article every day for one whole week. I am heavily biased, but I feel like I have a good crop of fresh posts to keep you entertained for the entire week.

    Speaking of September 23, the annual AT hangtag color vote is going on right now. It ends on the 23rd, so if you are planning on doing a thru-hike next year, make sure you get your votes in. You can vote once per day.

    I have another announcement that I’ll shoehorn in here as well. There is about to be a tonal shift in this blog. For the past six months I have been blogging about getting ready for the Appalachian Trail. However, it has not felt much different from a fitness blog or a weight loss blog. Lots of hiking day trips and silly things that may have crossed my mind, but not a ton of real content about things important to thru-hiking specifically. Moving forward, while I do want to continue doing hikes and fitness stuff, I want to start focusing in on the nitty gritty of what next year entails.

    Expect more gear reviews, planning tips, and overnight trips. Since it is finally under 100 degrees every day and the six month long Austin summer is winding down, I hope to bivouac at McKinney Falls and Bastrop State Park at a minimum during the fall. Those should be great occasions to stress test my gear and figure out which items are worth it and which ones need to be replaced before March. Those are the kind of things I expect to discuss way more over the next six months.

    Thanks for being with me on the journey so far.

  • Happy Twentieth Birthday

    Photo by Wiktoria Skrzekotowska on Unsplash

    September 4, 2006 was twenty years ago today. I celebrate that day each year because it is the day I quit smoking. Or, more accurately, it is the most recent day I quit smoking and the first time I did not start smoking again within a few months. I treat this date as though it is another birthday because quitting smoking gave me a new lease on life. And I didn’t even need to do a credit check and put down a security deposit for this one.

    I started smoking fairly late for someone who grew up in the rural south. I never smoked in high school despite my dad smoking over a pack a day for my entire life. Some of my earliest memories of my dad are of me sitting on the floor playing with toy cars while he filled the entire room with smoke that I imagined was the cool fog my mini racers were navigating on their obstacle course that included our coffee table and the legs of his chair. I never took up smoking until late in college, but I quickly made up for lost time. Smoking is one of those things you understand is disgusting and bad for you the entire time you participate, but because it is an addictive drug you are powerless to do anything about it.

    Marlboro Reds were my cigarette of choice. I loved Reds more than baseball fans in Cincinnati. Every time I smoked a cig that wasn’t a Red, I would think of how much better a Red would be. I was able to keep my habit down at about a half pack a day for the decade or so that I smoked. I tried to quit many times. Or, to be more accurate, I actually did quit many times. I just started back up again after a few weeks or months.

    I remember when Boston outlawed smoking in bars back in 2003. I was certain that was going to be the tipping point and I could easily quit if the bars were off limits. Fast forward to me standing around in the freezing cold outside of the Druid in Inman Square taking drags and shivering my ass off.

    I kept trying to quit many other times. Being in the Army sabotaged my attempts as much as anything else. I got to the point that I could quit for the entire month, but come drill weekend I just had to get a pack to smoke in order to make it through the day. One pack to survive the weekend would become a few packs to survive the entire week of, which eventually just became me starting to smoke all over again.

    I know now that my whole problem was that I never really wanted to quit for me. I wanted to quit because cigarettes cost a lot of money. Or I wanted to quit because society told me I should quit. Those were external motivations, and they just weren’t good enough for me. I never actually wanted to try and quit purely for myself until I realized just how destructive it was for my own life.

    Ben Affleck puts it very well in an interview with Howard Stern. Here, he talks about how he was not able to quit drinking until it all but ruined his life. “The cure for addiction,” as he states, “is suffering.”

    In summer 2006 my Reserve unit went to Fort McCoy in Wisconsin for Annual Training. We were there for an exercise with many other Chemical units around the country. On the way there I bought two cartons of Reds, expecting them to last the entire two week trip and beyond. I was wrong.

    I’m not sure what was different about this AT that made me smoke so much more than usual. Yes, it was hard, but AT was always hard. There was a lot of “hurry up and wait”, but that was also nothing extraordinary. Whatever it was, all I did was smoke and smoke and smoke. In two weeks, I smoked both cartons. A carton is ten packs of cigarettes, each pack containing twenty cigarettes. And yes, I did lend lots of smokes to people, but I also bummed at least as many from others.

    Basically I smoked a pack and a half each day. An explosive increase from half a pack a day. Once I got home I knew there had to be a major change. I did not want this to be my new normal. I did not want to get cancer before 40. I did not want to have trouble climbing two flights of stairs.

    The first thing I did was set a date. I chose Labor Day because it was the end of a long weekend. I spent the weekend smoking more than normal, hoping it would cause me not to miss smoking for the first couple of days. On Labor Day itself I went to Olde Country Buffet and got a gluttinous meal of meat loaf, more meat loaf, fried chicken, red velvet cake; all the normal stuff you get at Olde Country Buffet. A few alcoholic beverages were consumed as well. I did my best to make the entire weekend feel like a bacchanalia of vices.

    For the most part it worked. I spent most of the following week just recovering from all the overindulging. Probably the hardest part was not getting three or four ten-minute smoke breaks at work. I never missed cigarettes until the next weekend. By then I could tell myself “you’ve already made it four days, keep going”.

    Because I had so much resolve this time, it continued to go smoothly. My first drill after quitting was tough, just because when I told people I quit they didn’t believe me. So they spent the whole weekend trying to shove lit cigs into my mouth. Other than that, I would occasionally see someone smoking and get an overwhelming feeling of envy. It felt like an itch on my heart. I just desperately wanted to steal that person’s cigarette and smoke it for myself. This happened every few days initially, then slowly got progressively further spaced out. Even now I still get that feeling once every 9 months or so.

    The biggest downside was weight gain. There is a reason every thin, beautiful, eastern European supermodel smokes like a chimney. I slowly put on pound after pound despite doing and eating exactly what I did before. That frustrated the shit out of me, because I was supposedly getting healthier as I watched my pants get tighter and tighter. I put on about 12 pounds before I finally got a handle on it around Thanksgiving, then I needed a few months to lose it all back.

    The second biggest downside was that I picked up spitting outdoors. Like, all the time outdoors. I had developed an oral fixation with the cue that being outside meant my mouth needed to be busy. When I stopped smoking I started spitting all the time, but only outside. It’s pretty fucking disgusting but I have no idea how to stop doing it without smoking again.

    The positives are great. I save tons of money that I used to spend on cigarettes. My health and endurance are as good as I could hope. It has truly been a complete life transformation, and that is why I treat it as a second birthday.

    Of course, having a birthday on 9/4/06 means I share a birthday with the Queen Bey herself. For my 20th birthday and her 45th, we need to have a dance party celebration!

  • 12 Things You Didn’t Know About Ibuprofen


    There have been a rare few discoveries since the dawn of time that were seminal in the course of history. You can draw a thick black line and divide all events into “before this” and “since this”. I’m talking, like, the invention of agriculture. The introduction of cavalry in warfighting. The creation of the printing press. And, if you are over the age of 40, you have to include the discovery of ibuprofen.

    Being over 40 means spending each day simply trying to manage the aches and pains and humiliations of just trying to get by in life. Putting on socks is legitimately the most difficult thing I do eight out of ten days. Everything is so hard and hurts so much. I don’t know how anyone in olden times did it without taking two ibuprofen in the morning, and sometimes two more in the afternoon. Hikers also don’t need to be told about the virtues of ibuprofen. Its nom de guerre on various trails is Vitamin I.

    In salute to this miracle drug, I thought it would be cool to regale you with twelve facts about ibuprofen you never knew. Unless you are a chemist or pharmacologist, in which case you definitely know these.

    1- Ibuprofen is a word formed from pieces of its original chemical name: iso-butyl-propanoic-phenolic acid.

    2- Stewart Adams, one of the scientists who discovered the drug, once used it on himself to cure a serious hangover while it was in clinical trails.

    3- Because of those hangover elixir properties and ibuprofen’s ability to ease menstrual pain, Stewart Adams once made a list of “50 men who really understand women”

    4- Ibuprofen is a racemic mixture. Only the S-enantiomer is active and the R-enantiomer is converted by the body into the S once taken.

    5- Ibuprofen piconol is a major ingredient in one of Japan’s best-selling anti-acne creams.

    6- Samantha Reckis and her family sued Johnson & Johnson after a reaction to Motrin caused toxic epidermal necrolysis and partial blindness in 2003. They were awarded over $100 million.

    7- Ibuprofen should never be given to children under the age of six months. This is because the primary organ that metabolizes it is the kidneys, which are not fully developed before six months.

    8- John Nicholson, a chemist who also helped discover ibuprofen, got a bachelor’s and doctorate from Oxford University.

    9- Storing ibuprofen in your bathroom (as opposed to someplace cool and dry) can cause it to fall below 75% potency after one year.

    10- Ibuprofen is marketed under many different names across the world. Here are some: Back Pain (Colombia), Bravex (Georgia), Brufen Retard (Turkiye), Fenris (Indonesia), Flamex (Bangladesh), Mypaid (South Africa), Toni (Taiwan)

    11- In 2014 a man reported having increased libido and erectile function for six hours after taking ibuprofen following a root canal. He did, in fact, call a doctor.

    12- Ibuprofen functions by blocking the creation of prostaglandins. The 1982 Nobel Prize in Physiology was awarded for work that led to the discovery of prostaglandins and similar substances.