I went camping with my dad up in Canada in early April. Completely snuggled down in my sleeping bag, hiding from the creeping cold, it was the best sleep I’ve had in my life. That morning I got up and had starbucks instant coffee (no cream or sugar) heated on a pot over the campfire, and a can of Hormel corned beef hash from the same fire. That was the best coffee and best breakfast ever. I’d freeze for a other night to replicate that feeling. I don’t think it comes entirely from misery though, I think it comes from the inability to have anything else. The nearest town was hours away, and so that cheap coffee and canned hash was literally the best food available. There was nothing else to have, so there was nothing else to want.
This is the truth.
I went camping with my dad up in Canada in early April. Completely snuggled down in my sleeping bag, hiding from the creeping cold, it was the best sleep I’ve had in my life. That morning I got up and had starbucks instant coffee (no cream or sugar) heated on a pot over the campfire, and a can of Hormel corned beef hash from the same fire. That was the best coffee and best breakfast ever. I’d freeze for a other night to replicate that feeling. I don’t think it comes entirely from misery though, I think it comes from the inability to have anything else. The nearest town was hours away, and so that cheap coffee and canned hash was literally the best food available. There was nothing else to have, so there was nothing else to want.