What is it about eating outside in the elements that makes
food taste so good? This weekend, after
a nice Saturday morning hike up the mountains of the Delaware Water Gap, the
boyfriend and I broke for lunch. We
climbed out onto two rocks at the border of the Sunfish Pond and unwrapped our
turkey sandwiches. With each crusty bite,
we alternated mmms and garbled “this is so gooooood.”
Maybe it was our primal instincts kicking in, maybe the
added effort had peaked our appetites, or maybe there’s just something about
the fresh air that enhances the taste of food.
But, without a doubt, that was the best dang turkey sandwich I’ve ever
eaten. And don’t even get me started on
the fruit tart we gingerly carried in our backpacks and then devoured sans
forks or napkins, licking our fingers and sucking up every last buttery crumb.
We trekked down the mountain with full bellies, lungs and
hearts. Sometimes all we need to feed
our souls is a little fresh air, good company, and a turkey sandwich.
How was your weekend?
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