I think I was hoping for some sort of uber-karmic outdoor experience way out here in Tofino, with relaxed meals plucked from the land and sea and leisurely prepared with my mom and sisters after an afternoon on the beach or in the kayak, with no agenda and no deadlines and no TV news headlines in the background. Almost. Being out in a not-quite-finished house with 12 other people who have their own moods and agendas and allergies and appetites presents new dinnertime obstacles altogether. And a whole lot more dishes.
So tonight’s dinner was plucked from the Co-op; hot dogs and bison smokies, because last night’s fire roused my appetite for charred hot dogs roasted on a stick. (Also because the stairs were being finished, meaning we were all kicked out of the house for a couple hours starting at around 5.) I made a big batch of chili in the slow cooker before we came out here, froze it and it made the trip, still frozen, in an insulated bag. It’s great to have something anyone can dip into anytime they need something warm and healthy to eat.
On the upside, my camera seems to have pulled itself out of its depression and is working again, sort of. A holiday miracle considering how much sand is in its crevices. It’s rainy today, so I may spend the aftenoon trying to get them off the camera, onto the computer and ultimately here.