The Origins Of The Food We Eat

When I was a young girl, like many young girls, I was into girl scouting. It was all fun and badges and crafts and giggling. And for a couple of summers in a row I went to girl scout camp for a week. An entire week away from home, in the woods, with a bunch of girls, camping, hiking, giggling, swimming, playing, giggling, eating toasted marshmallows and even, get this, hunting.

Yes! One year we got up in the morning and were told we had to hunt for our very own breakfast. Can you imagine? A large group of 10 year old suburban girls who don't know a parakeet from a hawk, or a rabbit from a fox, or a bowie knife from a bow and arrow, out in the woods, hunting for breakfast! Inconceivable!

And you would be right. This wasn't exactly like trapping a rabbit in a cleverly built trap, or tracking a deer by following prints and spoor and letting a perfectly aimed arrow loose to bring down a 12 point buck. This involved, as you can imagine, a lot of giggling, and . . .

wait for it . . .

wait for it . . .

Hunting for miniature boxes of cereal hidden in the bushes!

Classic! An awesome time that I still think about today. What a great way to teach us about nature and the origins of the food we eat. (That's sarcasm in case you missed it.)

If only the hunter-gatherers of forgotten yore had it so easy! If the cavemen could have quietly snuck up on a box of Frosted Flakes, or bashed in the side of a box of Fruit Loops with a carefully thrown rock, think how different things would be today.

On second thought. Don't think about it too hard.
 
Quack!