Prior to spending the last two days blowing my nose and drinking apple cider vinegar like it's armageddon, I went camping in 25-degree weather in Cairo, Georgia. (Not to be confused with some pyramid-laded Soviet-bloc country.) I'm not sure how I got sick, but maybe I should've thought twice about wearing the same amount of clothes I wear on a 60-degree night in Bed, House. Most of the evening was spent by the fire, where the breeze made all the difference as to whether I had to lean in for warmth or back up because my eyes wanted to commit seppuku. But camping provides many more experiences than just learning whether I should keep coming to the exact same spot to pee (answer: no. Especially when you can't tell whether you've gone too far.) How? Because you can't go digging through the cabinet to find something that goes with hot dog buns and the jelly packets we jacked from Chick-fil-A nine hours earlier. Gotta improvise.
Narrowly beating out.the mustard and mayonnaise packets
Enter the marshmallow jelly nut bun. So far they come in two flavors, Right-knee Strawberry and Left-knee Grape, seen above on the top and bottom, respectively. Grape was very good cough sneeze cough sneeze cough
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