Growing up, my family and I would venture away on road trips regularly. But I don’t quite remember going anywhere too too far. But maybe the trips did seem far at the time. The concept of time and distance to the little me was probably far more than what it actually was. With the constant whines of “Are we there yet?” “How much longer?” “I’m going to throw up.” “I’m bored.” I am sure time seemed to drag on forever to my parents as well. My fondest memories from the road trips I’ve been dragged to have got to be the food indulging moments. After having gone through the endless hours of ear popping, being bored, being hungry, being cranky, being car sick, eating time was the saving grace of it all. Food was kept in a large red Igloo ice box, one that had been with us through the years of torturous-memorable-good times.
In the earlier days, my family never ate out during road trips. Everything we brought was kept in the ice box, and whatever did not fit was kept in the fridge of our RV (for some reason, we relied more on the ice box than the fridge…maybe because the fridge acted flaky sometimes and required more maintenance). Our usual road trip food included kimchi jjigae (kimchi stew), galbi, ddukguk (rice cake soup), tuna sandwiches, and ramen. The mountains were one of our most frequently visited destinations. I don’t know why, but to me, food always tasted so good in cold mountain air. From a young age, it was all about food. ( #foodieintraining ) Many of my fondest memories in life have some kind of yummy eating involved.
During the road trips in my adult years, I mostly ate out on the open roads. So it was all about relying on finding the nearest McDonald’s on the highway, getting stale sandwiches at gas stations, or if lucky, finding a random yet decent mom and pop hole in the wall joint. We’d rely on these types of foods to keep nourished until a restaurant of choice was to be found.
In my recent road trip to Utah, I was on the road for four days. I knew I didn’t want to eat out for every single meal for every single day. And venturing into a place where decent Korean food would be scarce would make me crave it even more. If I go on too long without Korean food, I just don’t feel regular. The most exciting part about the trip was the food planning and eating on the road.
Other than a medium sized suitcase, a tote bag, and a couple of purses, the rest of my luggage comprised of eating related items, which made up about 75% of what I was bringing. I was determined to not suffer through not eating well on this trip.
|Three ice boxes, a burner, a couple of bags and a box filled with eating/cooking related items.|