A Long and Winding Trail (with Gale!): A Food Journey through the Chionthar Valley
In those first early weeks, we were in dire need of easily accessible food that could travel with us, and did not necessarily require reheating. Something that could last us for several days, perhaps even be eaten whilst marching, something that did not require hours of preparation and could be accommodating for the vast variety of food needs amongst our eclectic group of adventurers. At times, we spent entire days in the swamplands running inland from the Chionthar River, up to our waists in muck and mud, and setting up a campfire was a reality we simply could not bring about — not short of setting up a grill on Karlach's back, of course!
We managed to salvage some cheese and sausage from the ruins of the fishing village, and we traded for other things with the druid grove. Although I will confess, the offerings of the grove were in quite a sorry state by the time of our arrival, presumably due to the added pressure of so many refugees amongst their number. I cannot imagine a druid grove would feel a great deal of pride amongst the slim pickings of vegetables and herbs available to us, when one always imagines that druids should have the greenest thumbs amongst us!
And there was fish, of course. There was always fish.
One can only rouse a half-hearted smile at the thought of dried fish jerky so many times.
Join Gale Dekarios on his new food blog, as he attempts to to feed his ravenous companions with limited produce, unreliable cookware, and a dollop of cheer, intermingled with his own memoirs from his earlier life. A weekly food blog for those who appreciate a little bit of magic on their plate!
Read Chapter Four here!
