A camping we will go

Thank you everyone for saving me countless hours lost on google as I tried to find a use for the mystery vegetable, now known as a Kohlarabi.  I had never ever heard of that.  And I thought I was on a first name basis with all of my vegetation.

I am preparing to go blissfully off the grid as I cart my daughters off for a weekend camping trip with their American Heritage Girls troop.  One thing that I enjoy about scouting trips is that much of the food is provided by the troop.  I only need pack snacks and drinks for my own daughters.  But still, that doesn’t stop me from bringing my entire kitchen setup for the brewing of the coffee, and heating up of some food, should I deem peanut butter sandwiches unacceptable fare.  And since Jensen will be spending the better part of the day with me on Saturday, I’ll be grilling him a cheese sandwich, as he’s not allowed anywhere near peanut butter.  Hence yet another trip to Urgent Care.  We’ve managed to stave off a visit there for a good 6 months or so.  I’m hoping they’ve finally forgotten who we are.

For the record, I will be roughing it, as the only electricity will be located in the dining pavilion.  But that will not hinder me from bringing my mini-blender to create my frozen coffee concoction.  Even Ma Ingalls would understand, I’m sure.

I do feel somewhat guilty packing my tank tops for the weekend, when the majority of the country is snowed in.  But please feel free to mock me in the heat of the summer when my Crocs adhere to the asphalt.

Have a fantastic weekend, everyone.

Does anyone find it weirdly ironic that a professed indoor girl who has Lyme Disease loves to camp?  A conundrum. That’s what I am.