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Friday, after I finished all my graduate assistant work, I hastily loaded up my car with my crash pad, puffy, and sleeping bag, and then made the drive to Sand Rock, Alabama. I've been eyeing Jaws -- a classic, V-Easy, but extremely highball boulder problem put up sometime back in the seventies -- more for its daunting, picturesque height and history than its V grade.
Road trips, weekend or weeklong, often require culinary imagination. Especially on spur of the moment getaways like mine to Sand Rock.
If you are one of those types to make eggplant parmesan in the backcountry, avert your eyes. Read no further. What I am about to say has nothing to do with you. This recipe is for those of us who roll into the last possible gas station before the trailhead and walk out with a bag of Cheesy Puffs, half a dozen powdered donuts, a Big Gulp and call it "dinner."
Gas station cuisine is an art. Anyone can scrounge up needed calories with a Snickers bar. If you really want to make something good, you have to shop resourcefully, considering flavor profiles, and economically, you are, after all, a dirtbag. I've eaten many delicious things from convenience stores but this one takes the cake: Crunchy Jalapeno Mac n' Cheese with Beef.
Ingredients:
(1) cup of instant microwaveable mac n' cheese (velveeta is preferable)
(1/3) regular flavor Slim Jim cut into bite size pieces
(1) bag of jalapeno cheddar Cheetos
First, pour contents of mac n' cheese cup into your stove top cookware. Follow directions on cup, attributing for a stove instead of a microwave.
While you bring this to a boil, cut the Slim Jim into bits. If you're working from the trunk of your car, your copy of Dixie Cragger's Atlas makes for a great cutting board.
When these are prepared, mix and stir the macaroni and cheese with the Slim Jim bits and add the cheddar jalapeno Cheetos to the top as a garnish.
Devour.
It's worth mentioning, that if you make this meal or likely any other gas station delicacy and post it to the internet for all your friends to see, there will be backlash. Exhibit A:
"gag." - @bethanyjulia
"How are you alive?" - @brookslokey
"Gross, what is happening here?" - @kaitlynmeanspure
"This is disgusting." - @anniebjones
"#fattymcbutterpants" - @ladyforstall
"'I want to marry him now, so I can make him eat better.' - anonymous girl about @chettarcheese." - @jessebaker
While this last reply is backhandedly flattering, all of these responses are indicative of a general populace unappreciative of what it is we -- climber dudes (and dudettes), surf bums, mountain bike bros, backpackers, trail runners and all other baggers of the dirt -- do on our weekends. They don't understand. And how could they? It's like the person who has never tasted Waffle House after 2:00 A.M. It just tastes better.
In any other circumstance Crunchy Jalapeno Mac n' Cheese with Beef would be neither good nor good for you. But on top of a mountain? It satisfies the hunger in the most euphoric of ways.
Or maybe I really am disgusting. Maybe I am the only person who thinks driving four hours and cooking out of my trunk and sleeping scrunched up in a Honda Civic in order to climb a classic southeastern boulder problem is fun.
But I don't think I am.
I know there are more of us out there who eat like a ten year old at a slumber party because our bodies and our wallets can't afford not to.
Eating like this means we're about to do something rad and something we love.
So eat! For, "we were given appetites not to consume the world and forget it, but to taste its goodness and hunger to make it great."