On one of my first camping trips, my brother, Clay, opened up a can of beans, chicken soup, beef stew, and who knows what else, and mixed it all together in one pot. In my famished haze and with our limited options, this meal soon became the best thing I’d ever tasted. My elation was soon cancelled out by non-stop rain that soaked through my sleeping bag and a morning infestation of multi-colored slugs.
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