This is just to say,
I ate the root beer barrels that were in the cage
You were probably saving for next season.
They were so sweet and so expired.
That’s it for now, we are off to bed, tomorrow is another exciting new day and who knows what culinary adventures will await us then. Good night everyone!
-Juliane, Mt Cecily, Antarctica, Jan. 11, 11pm.
Note from the editor: Barb sent me that poem the first day they got into the field; clearly she felt guilty, but not shameful enough to forego the evil deed. I forgave her completely in return for the poem. Root beer barrels were never meant to be hoarded. And yes, they were so very expired (if sugar can really expire).