OK this is more of a food 'post'. We have been trying to work out the logistics of camping here. It turns out that there are camping 'resorts' with pools, full service bathrooms, games rooms and plots with electricity hook ups. That is certainly very nice, and we'll be trying those, but it would be nice to go to the wilderness for a night. We'd like to be the only ones, with a nice camp fire (you can have them anywhere here) and a wee hike. One important aspect of this experience would be marshmallows (according to the boys), and they are sadly lacking here. Well, there are novelty marshmallows... so last time we were in the states, we bought a few bags of 'jetpuft' deliciousness. The boys needed to practice, and their efforts were rewarded ;)
The neighbours would walk past, looking curiously at us. Sorry, we ain't ready to share yet.
My grandad used to grow 'alpine strawberries'. They are actually wild, teeny tiny straws that are a whole different, sweet flavour when ripe. The animals can tell exactly when that is, and consequently they are rare. I found these on my walk and they hadn't been eaten... because they were very acidic indeed. The flavour was evocative, though.
As for camping, we need to bite the weenie and just go somewhere to a field... preferably without cows... and ticks.. and wild boars... hehehe
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