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    I like food, almost as much as I like motorcycles. I need both to live. With that being said, this is going to be a non-motorcycle related post. It’s going to be a biker-foodie on the road post.

    The scene has been set in my last few posts as to where the food presented here is coming from. One group of larder is from the ash of biker camp and the other hails in the deep south sin haven of New Orleans. I can’t quite decide which I prefered.

    Camp food is more worrisome. Where are you going to get it from? Is there a store near by? How primitive will my camp be? How far away from civilization will I be camping? Does this food require refrigeration? Where in the hell am I going to put a cooler on my bike?…. Well, you get the idea.

    We opted mostly for a few easy, non perishable items like can soup and hikers MRE’s for breakfast and lunch. We wanted to have quick easy options that required little prep and no refrigeration. We wanted to eat and be able to enjoy the day. The breakfast MRE’s sucked but that was to be expected. All that the MRE’s required was some warm water poured into the bag it came in and a spoon. Hell, if you’re a real caveman, the spoon is not really required either. To heat the water, we made a beer can stove out of an empty beer can and some first aid rubbing alcohol. (search it on youtube, its a pretty neat trick)

    For dinner we opted to ride a bit, crossing the miles long bridges over the ocean, and grab some grub and cold beers for the first few two nights. Some pizza and wings sufficed for the premier outing. The second evening, we introduced ourselves to Peg Leg Pete. Peg Leg Pete’s, it turned out, is a New Orleans themed parlor for a bit of unintentional forshadowing. We were escorted to our seats by some young dude/broad in granny jeans and our waiter spoke mush mouthed english. The food was good though.

    After two days in camp, we traveled to New Orleans and spent two nights livin’ the easy life. We then returned to camp for one more night to break up the 600 plus miles between NOLA, us and home. On our way into the last night in camp, we stopped to get potatoes, onions, a bag mixed with broccoli and carrots, some hamburger patties and brats. Everything but the brats were cut and mixed to place into some tin-foil to make the boy scout coined “silver turtles”. They are called silver turtles because it looks like a turtle shell when wrapped up. Beef in the middle, surrounded by the veggies and other fixin’s, wrapped tight and then just thrown on the coals. This creates a delicious, perfectly cooked full meal that tastes great.

    Camp food:

    New Orleans is a tourist city for those who don’t know. We expected tourist prices but, the actual price to just eat was unexpected. The first meal set the tone for every single item available in that town. An 8 inch “dressed” (mayo, tomato, lettuce etc in Big Easy-ese) da-bris pot-roast po-boy, a 6 ounce portion of gumbo and a 12oz. can root beer cost a whopping $22 at a hole in the wall not even on Bourbon Street. The cheapest t-shirt found in that city was $25. We opted to ease the pain on our wallets the second night and decided to find a liquor store and purchase a bottle of what we wanted. Rum. Even that was about $10 more than at home.

    The lavishly priced food was great for the most part, though, some was not the best I’ve had. If you going to be located in the heart of a city known for its food and, set the price to offset the cost of Katrina, it should all be fan-freakin-tastic! I tried one portion of everything NOLA is known for, gumbo, jambolaya, po-boy, red beans and rice, fried okra and even boiled crawfish (I’ll admit, I just tried a bite of the crawfish and wasn’t impressed). I was sad. I wanted to walk away with a new set of fesh swamp-laced tastebuds but, it wasn’t meant to be.

    I guess I will relate this posts to motorcycles a little bit. We were on the road, had miles to burn but still had to nourish our bodies with food. We ate mostly at gas stations like any other gypsy bike that had to be at a certain place, by a ceftain time and with sunlight to set up camp. It’s not pretty, it’s not the best and, it certainaly is not very nutricious. It does, however, get you fed and skims a ton of time. I guess you can say a diet of beef jerky, trail mix, gatorade and breakfast gut-buster burrito’s isn’t all that bad for you! If you have the time, eat whatever they hell you want.

     

    Peace, grease and a life of ease,

    ~Juggernaut