M.C. Hammer approved!

I find subtle reminders everywhere. Like when I'm about to pull back a colorful can of...

I wonder if they have one with the words,"chill out dude". Anchovies are a source of Omega-3's, that are known to be good for the heart, so is keeping cool.

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Dreams of Elephants.

From a dream I had, then described to Carolina, produced this amazing drawing hanging near my bed, a pictoral dream-catcher of sorts.

My, “Sister from a different Mister”, the female counterpart to a, “Brother from another Mother”, Carolina, is a phenomenal artist in many mediums.  Last year I awoke from a dream involving elephants living inside grassy knolls covered in blackberry brambles.  Later that day Carolina patiently listened to my exuberant and detailed play-by-play of the dream.  Resulting in the amazing drawing shown above.  Thanks Carolina!

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Where’s Ahab?

Good friend John and I went for a ride in the mountains, miles from the Pacific, and all of the sudden, out of nowhere, Moby Dick erupts from the pine needle duff and attempts to consume John, new wool jersey and all! Good thing I had my harpoon and Sweet Melissa to save him!

If Mary Poppins married Ansel Adams, their kids would heed these words, or you may find yourself inside the belly of Moby Dick, shown above.

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Dry ground.

Is this your Grandmother getting so much done and going nowhere at the same time? Click on the image, read the caption.

A quote I read recently:

“If you have one foot in the past and one foot in the future then you’re pissing on today.”

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Make it. Eat it. Picture it. Win!

Spring time!  Hopefully you’ll see posts sprouting up here a bit more often now.  If you are finding yourself hungry, and still a bit chilled check out my friend Dan’s site, where you’ll find my writing and recipe for the true PB&J sandwich and how you can win a SmartWool high-tech base layer for your warmth.

For the direct link to the post click on these colorful words.

To whet your appetite here are a few excerpts from the article, do check out the whole thing on Dan’s DolomiteSport site too.

Whether it’s a pre-rando race plate of Mama’s pasta and Tiramisu at Ustaria Posta, a post ride Italian pizza the size of a bicycle wheel, or a simple, yet elegant stop at the top of Passo Staulanza for a mid-ride ginseng espresso and pastry energizer for the next pass, it is clear the Patitucci’s grand advenuture lifestyle requires substantial fuel.  And with Dan’s stamina and power some might confuse him for a horse, except that his palette is a bit more refined, a man, especially one with Italian blood and a Swiss wife, can’t live on oats alone.  Among all the amazing photos of far-off mountains in all seasons, interviews and insight from inspirational athletes, stories, and each new post to their site, I find the Patitucci’s talents whetting both my appetite for adventure and the unique cuisine they encounter as a result.

 

However, there seems to be a bit of a hole.  The main caloric ambassador for the Patitucci’s U.S. adventures is, beer.  The recipe I share with you here is the foundation, the traditional mountain adventure food of Americans everywhere.  From the dirt-bag climbers living out of vans to the lift-junkies in Aspen to the diligent cyclist putting in long base miles for the season.

and…

It is crucial you follow these instructions exactly.  It makes a difference.  This recipe is one part tea ceremony ritual, one part artistry, and one part highly calculated PB&J foreplay.  And with the PB&J foreplay in mind, it’s worth repeating, “do not eat, taste, etc. any of the ingredients during the construction process, your “first bite”, should really be, your first bite.”

one more bite from the full post…

*a rather long, though necessary note about spreading thickness: unless you are an engineer or of another profession that works with a ruler on a daily basis, it is imperative you educate yourself on what 3/8 of an inch honestly looks like.  If you know your fractions you’ll realize I’m talking almost 1/2 inch here.  Go, now, and find a ruler, familiarize yourself with just how thick 3/8 inch actually is.  Yes, that IS a lot of PB and J.  And that IS the whole point.  The PB&J was not intended for the modern wave of caloric fear and scrutiny.  This is the kind of sandwich Sir Ernest Shackleton, Eddy Merckx, Reinhold Messner, or The Statue of Liberty would be proud of.  It is a blissful, positive, life-affirming sandwich that Oprah, Weight Watchers, Subway, or the muddled “Vogue” magazine calorie-free chocolate sauce psyche would not approve of, and is simply not prepared for.  So do you get it now?  Don’t skimp it.  Let the 3/8 inch beauty and size be fuel for a grand adventure, a long day in nature, a chance to trust that what’s in your stomach will serve as a foundation for an amazing experience to come, one without fear or worry of growing hungry, tired, or weak, mid-way through your efforts.  Or split it with a friend.

And perhaps some of you will remember this PB&J post, or this one featuring one of the main ingredients.

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