Tag: food

  • 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.

  • Kryptonite Foods

    I am hoping to lose some weight as a side benefit of this thru-hike training. However, there are a few items out there that are doing their level best to prevent that from happening. I’m not talking about the two-foot tall slices from Cheesecake Factory or the fudge variety pack from Buc-ee’s. Those are obviously bad for you. I’m talking about things I buy with the intention of not overdoing it, but then look down 20 minutes later and the entire bag / tub / carton is empty. Also foods that seem okay to enjoy in moderation but are really silent killers. Like how they told us cigarettes were back in the 1980s. I will take this opportunity to shout out the snacks and guilty pleasures that make my life taste so good and my man boobs so soft and jiggly.

    DR PEPPER & CREAM SODA

    When these flavored Dr Pepper sodas first came out I openly scoffed and called it another unnecessary cash grab. I bought a bottle at a nearby 7-11, more because there wasn’t anything else I wanted than because I actually wanted one. Once I had my first sip though, I knew I was hooked for life.

    Something about the the flavor combo of Dr Pepper with cream soda is exactly what my taste buds crave. It also might be the fact that there are 39 grams of sugar in every 12 ounce can. At 150 calories each, these things are literally devastating to any diet. I can blow through 600-900 calories in a half hour just from these things. I try to never buy the 12 packs because I consume them too quickly.

    HEB MEXICAN STREET CORN TORTILLA CHIPS

    First of all, yes I am aware that they changed the packaging on these recently. But this is the packaging they had when I fell in love so I’ll always represent the O.G. version. Since this is a local Texas brand, most of you will never get to taste these. Trust me when I say the secret is that they taste exactly like street corn. I first had elote in 2014 while I was living in Las Vegas and immediately felt like I had wasted the first 38 years of my life.

    One serving of these chips has 170mg of sodium, which is 7% of the recommended daily allowance. This doesn’t sound too bad until you realize that one serving is only ten chips. No one eats ten chips and stops, especially when they taste like this. The entire bag is 70% of your recommended sodium and 110% of your recommended fat intake. And HEB loves to do coupons to encourage buying two or more bags at a time. I am highly susceptible to encouragement.

    BROWN COW MAPLE VANILLA YOGURT

    If you have never eaten Brown Cow yogurt, I feel genuinely bad for you. Please go buy some at your local supermarket and then come back and finish reading this. I’ll wait.

    That was great wasn’t it? The cream on top is so gooey and delicious and sweet. I like to mix it in with the rest of the yogurt, but eating it separately is totally allowed. Okay, now I need a minute to go have one myself.

    The hidden danger of this yogurt is added sugar. Total sugar is 16 grams, with added sugars accounting for 10 of those grams. This represents 20% of what scientists say you should have. But what do scientists know? Actually, they know pretty much everything about the natural world.

    SUBWAY TUNA SALAD FOOT-LONG

    People love to hate on Subway nowadays because the foot-long subs don’t cost $5 the way they used to 25 years ago. As though it is okay for every other consumable to increase in price, but not for subs with catchy jingles.

    I still go to Subway fairly frequently, and when I do I almost always get the tuna salad sub. I make tuna salad at home, but when I do I substitute cottage cheese instead of most of the mayo. Subway doesn’t substitute anything. It is chock full of mayo and umami goodness. Then you can have the sandwich artist add globs of additional mayo right before they close it up.

    The six inch tuna salad sub has 570 calories and 33 grams of fat. Mayo by itself adds 100 calories and 11 more grams of fat. This is all very depressing information.

    TATE’S BAKE SHOP CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

    These are the best cookies you can buy at every single Ross Dress For Less or Burlington Coat Factory. Or Marshalls. As a group, those and other similar places are called “off-price retailers”. I have no idea why you can find these cookies at those places, but I’m glad because I frequent off-price retailers often when I need new underwear or outerwear.

    It must be the high fat content that makes these so good. Two cookies contain 23% of the recommended daily allowance (RDA) of saturated fat. Good thing an entire bag has only fourteen cookies, I guess. Of course, one big selling point on these things is that they are from tony Southampton, New York. So eating just one gets me 100% of my RDA of smug.

    EGG NOG

    Saving the most decadent for last. This is the only kryptonite food that doesn’t have a specific brand. That’s because I am equally vulnerable to all brands of egg nog. Every year I patiently wait until just before Thanksgiving and then begin my ritual of buying at least one quart of egg nog every Saturday morning. I rush home and then have one pint. Then I sit at home trying to stop thinking about the fact that a whole ‘nother pint of creamy, delicious egg nog is sitting right there in my fridge begging me to drink it. Usually by Saturday evening that second pint is also gone. I just thank my lucky stars that I never see egg nog sold in gallons.

    Last year Dairy Queen had a holiday nog shake for the holidays. I was there so many times they started yelling out my name when I walked in like Norm from Cheers.

    Looking at nutritional labels on egg nog is enough to make you cry. One serving has around 200 calories, which is a fuckload for a beverage. But a serving is one half of one cup. For those of you who only use metric, that means one pint (~475 mL) of the stuff is roughly 800 calories. One measly pint. I think that is all the information you need to be able to figure out whether or not I have trouble keeping weight off during the holidays.

  • 2 Churning 2 Burning

    I finally decided to try the viral running trend again. You know, the one where you run with a bag of cream and churn it into butter. Last time it did not work out very well at all. As promised, this time I made a few changes based on my previous result.

    First, and most importantly, I got heavy cream that was free from preservatives and was low temp pasteurized instead of ultra-pasteurized. This was the most significant and expensive change I made. I bought this boutique stuff called Mill King Heavy Whipping Cream from Central Market. It cost an angina inducing $6.79 for one pint. That comes out to $54.32 per gallon.

    And what exactly is all that money I’m spending for? The only ingredient in this stuff is literally just cow’s cream.

    Last time, I got burned by preservatives like polysorbate 80. This stuff has none of that at all. It doesn’t make sense that not adding things to a product makes it cost so much more. For $50 a gallon I’d expect this to contain Love Potion No. 9, Invigaron, and Compound V.

    This is like when you go to the modern gym with rows of treadmills and ellipticals everywhere and membership is $10 a month. Then you see another place that looks like some rando’s garage with rusty dumbbells in a corner and everything looks like it smells like ball sweat, and the price is $75 a week.

    In addition to the change of cream I made lots of other changes. As you can tell from the amount of sweat on the bottle in the pics above, I left the cream out for about an hour to get close to room temp before heading out. I also ran 6.5 miles instead of 6 although my route was still entirely sidewalks and improved roads. I also added about 1/8 tsp of salt to the cream. Same as last time, I poured the cream into a double bag and put the bag in my hydration carrier and took off.

    When I got back I knew instantly that I had a different result than before. Last time there was no real separation but this time there was a definite fatty residue all over the bag with a liquid phase all around it. A picture of the inside of the bag will show you what I mean.

    I stuck a finger in there and scooped some up and it definitely tasted like butter. This means I got farther than I got last time. The next step from here is to scoop out your butter and dunk it in ice cold water. This helps wash out any buttermilk that is trapped in your butter (which can make it go bad faster). You put the butter into a giant bowl of ice water and knead it a little so the butter clumps together and everything that isn’t butter rinses out.

    A picture of this would show you what I mean. If I had one. Let me say that scooping freshly made room temperature butter from a ziploc bag into a bowl of ice water is one of the messiest things I’ve ever done in my life. I instantly wound up with butter all over my forearms and the kitchen counter and everything. And warm butter does not simply wash off your hands. It just smears around all over the place. The last thing I was going to do was grab my phone to take a picture of this horrible mess. If you ever try making your own butter, make sure you have at least two sets of hands to help with this step and the inevitable clean-up.

    Eventually, after many hand washes and towelings off, I got the butter fully rinsed. I formed it into a ball and placed it onto a saucer.

    Eyeballing it, this made a total of about 3 or 4 ounces of butter. The only thing left was the taste test. A couple dabs on some toast and washed down with a Powerade.

    OK, not to sound immodest or anything but it tasted great. It tasted like you imagine the homemade butter you will one day make with your own two hands will taste. Rich, creamery butter taste and mouthfeel.

    Finally, the ultimate question to answer: was this whole thing worth it? Fuck no! Between the two tries I spent $9.75 on cream, ran 12.5 miles, and completely turfed my kitchen. And for what? Four ounces of butter? What a fucking joke. I guess I have the memes and the friends I met along the way, but the juice is not worth the squeeze as they say. I hope the next viral trend involves sitting on the couch reading sci-fi short stories.

  • High Rollin

    So I’m going to do a change of pace here and post something that has nothing to do with hiking or fitness or anything of the sort. It’s allowed; I can do that. I can talk about anything I want because this is my fucking blog. I can also swear casually.

    This past Saturday I went to my first MLS game, Austin FC versus the Houston Dynamo. I had never been to a game here in Austin despite the team existing since 2021 largely for two reasons. One, I feel like MLS is equivalent to third-tier European football, which is something I have never paid to watch either. Two, I have a long-standing, entirely one-sided feud with Austin FC’s principal owner Anthony Precourt.

    Precourt is the sort of billionaire asshole sports owner (BASO) that did everything he could to ruin the Columbus MLS franchise before finally getting an expansion team in Austin. Precourt also happens to be one of those private equity dudes who seems incapable of earning money except by sucking all of the joy out of all of the small things that little people like me enjoy.

    All of that said, if the Austin MLS team was an MLB or NFL team instead I’d happily support them. The sad truth is that every BASO is a douchebag. It’s just that if you are passionate enough about the team they own you’ll look the other way until they do something so bad even their fellow BASOs cannot justify it. Jerry Richardson was the founding owner of my beloved Carolina Panthers. He was a douchebag, the sort of douchebag who puts a giant statue of himself in front of the team’s stadium. That alone was not a fireable offense as a BASO. What was fireable was being a racist, sexist piece of shit.

    Who am I kidding? That alone is not enough. The problem is that Richardson was so racist and sexist that there had to be an investigation. The results of which were so bad they made him sell the team. That is how you get fired as a BASO. Donald Sterling was a known shit sandwich but didn’t get booted from the NBA until they caught him on tape being a racist cocksucker. As long as it wasn’t on tape there was enough plausible deniability to look the other way. Once everything became public record he became expendable. See also, Daniel Snyder.

    Boston Bruins owner Jeremy Jacobs has been a mean-spirited skinflint and outright spiteful to the very fans that feed his bottom line for as long as he has run the team, but he is still a proud BASO. The Bruins are my NHL team of choice because I am a hypocrite and follow Boston despite Jacobs while loathing Austin FC because of Precourt.

    Well anyway this post is not about why every BASO is a fundamentally bad person, it is about my trip to the game. I got a free ticket from a friend who has seats in an unlimited food and drinks section at picturesque Q2 Stadium. He has two season tickets to this area. He had one free ticket because someone else wasn’t able to go. Why? Don’t know, don’t care.

    Now I’ve known this guy since college and I knew he was doing well financially, but I did not know he was doing WELL, if you know what I mean. After graduation he moved to Austin to attend grad school at UT. He was living the life of a poor college student during this time.

    I remember when the Chicago Whie Sox (my team; don’t get me started on Jerry Reinsdorf’s qualifications as a BASO) faced the Houston Astros (his team; he grew up in Houston) in the 2005 World Series we made a friendly wager. I wanted to do $50 but he said that was too rich for him so we did $20 instead. Chicago swept that World Series and I used the $20 to buy a Pale Hose cap with the World Series logo. This was back when $20 could buy a nice fitted baseball cap that now costs about $45 and is sewn together by the lowest bidder that Fanatics can find. I still own that cap even though the bill is literally disintegrating. I swore I’d wear it until we make another World Series and I can replace it. Hopefully Murakami and Montgomery and the boys punch way above their weight soon.

    The point, though, is that he couldn’t put $50 on his favorite team twenty years ago and now he is tossing fistfuls of cash at cushy seats in a swanky stadium. He also lives in a nice house in a gated community in West Austin with an 80″ television. I’m happy for him, and he is now my “rich friend”.

    So we get to the stadium ninety minutes before kickoff because that is when the gates open. Outside they are giving away free cans of Dr Pepper Creamy Coconut, which tastes just like a liquid Mounds bar. First thing we do once we get inside is head for the unlimited food area. I had some street tacos with sumac onions and tahini sauce. Then I got a Karbach Love Street to wash it all down.

    Later on, still before kickoff, I had a smash patty burger with fries, and a serving of pita chips with a whipped feta dip.

    Come kickoff we head down to the seats which are so close to the pitch I am legitimately concerned that I may get hit by an errant free kick. We get to those seats while both two-fisting beers that we sucked down until halftime.

    one fistful of beer

    Second half included more food and beers and a piece of orange olive oil cake. I’d never heard of olive oil cake before that night but I wish I had because it tasted the same way everything else did. Awesomely awesome.

    Oh yeah, and the team actually won 2-0. And they shot like a million fireworks off. And then I went back to my decidedly non-glamorous life where the food and drink is nether “unlimited” nor “delicious” nor even “passably mediocre”. But for one night I got to live like a damn hell ass king thanks to my rich friend. I have not been converted into a fan of Austin FC or Anthony Precourt just yet, but enough more nights like Saturday may change that.