Nothing hits fairly like a post-hike feed. Josh explores how endorphin-charged sweat can flip a dehydrated dahl or servo sandwich into connoisseur eating.
I’d simply spent per week in Seoul, consuming my means via its deliciously chaotic streets. Pork stomach and beef brisket at smoky BBQ joints, crispy fried rooster that crackled with every chunk, bulgogi (candy, savoury marinated beef) that lingered on the tongue. Meals distributors fed me kebabs, dumplings, and tteokbokki (stir-fried rice cake), dripping with sauce and spice. I used to be residing massive, justifying this decadent chow as gas for my mountain hikes across the metropolis.
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Seoul was a feast for the senses, my days spent shoulder-to-shoulder at aromatic foodie villages and buzzy evening markets. After using the bumps of this relentless tempo, I craved some calm. I sought refuge at JustBe Temple, a Buddhist retreat tucked away within the metropolis’s Seodaemun district.
On the complimentary breakfast, I loaded my tray with an assortment of distinctly beige dishes and settled into the quiet basement cafeteria. Stirring my bean sprout soup, I took a sip and instantly returned my spoon to the bowl, aware to not wince. It was indescribably bland. This ovo-lacto vegetarian unfold was removed from the throat-tingling flavours that stuffed the streets above me.
The pull of a neighbourhood bakery was virtually an excessive amount of to withstand. However as an alternative of speeding upstairs and diving mouth-first right into a pink bean streusel, I sat within the second. In any case, this was a spot of reflection. Contemplating all of the questionable mountaineering meals I’d eaten over my life, this couldn’t be so dangerous.
A month earlier, trekking south on WA’s Cape to Cape Monitor, I discovered myself rehydrating a pouch of expired Nasi Goreng beneath Boranup Karri Forest’s peppermint gum cover, buying and selling tales with backpacker Paul. He shared his stint as a waiter at a French ski resort whose aristocratic clientele would frequently blow €100,000 on a meal and by no means appear completely satisfied. But, there we had been, laughing over our freeze-dried dinners, slapping away mosquitos, and grinning like we’d devoured a royal feast.
Six years earlier, on my first long-distance hike alongside the Heysen Path, I skilled a deep, virtually primal starvation I hadn’t identified doable. Not the regulation six o’clock pangs, however a bottomless, gut-punching urge for food – the type that comes after strolling 133km with 23kg in your again.
For years, I’d dined on a hard and fast schedule – after I woke, at lunch, and at dinner. I by no means waited to really feel hungry, like I wanted to eat. After I reached the Hawker Resort Motel on the fringe of the Outback after 5 days, my cravings had super-sized. That evening, I devoured the tastiest parmy of my life.
Mountaineering is of course reflective and restorative, recycling bodily effort into psychological readability. Every step creates a gentle rhythm, a repetitive meditation that resets the thoughts and sharpens your consciousness. Over time, trendy life’s fundamentals stand out – issues like first rate plumbing, a snug mattress and a nourishing meal – and also you study to understand them in methods you by no means did earlier than.
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Again within the temple, I scanned the cafeteria for inspiration, making an attempt to be extra aware and channel my internal hiker. My eyes landed on a passage from Planting Seeds: Working towards Mindfulness with Youngsters scribbled throughout the whiteboard. One affirmation stood out:
‘We want to chew the food slowly so that we can enjoy it.’
With these grounding phrases, I picked up my spoon and returned to the soup. This time, making a acutely aware effort to chew each chew.
The bean sprouts crunched between my again tooth, their brittle texture contrasting the graceful broth. I centered on the motion of my jaw, the pressure of every chunk, and the refined flavours that emerged after I gave them area.
Positive, I knew it wasn’t connoisseur, but it surely felt prefer it was sufficient – greater than sufficient. I moved on to the braised walnuts with a renewed sense of gratitude. Predictably, they had been scrumptious.
Flavour in meals, as in life, is what we make it. It’s a easy fact, however one I’d’ve missed if mountaineering hadn’t taught me to remain current. Path life forces you to decelerate and discover value in every little thing. In doing so, you uncover untapped appreciation – not only for the grub that motivates your steps, however the effort it takes to create it, and the adventures it fuels.
Earlier than lengthy, a swiftly assembled peanut butter wrap turns into a feast, and each mouthful is value savouring.