(1) Method of cooking using radiant heat. If this doesn't mean anything to you, then think of a hot dog on a stick over an open flame. Sound familiar now? (Better, eh?)
(2) Since ultralight stoves are so small, and ultralight backpackers so frugal about carrying more than a few drops of fuel, they don't have much use for roasting, although it could be an option if you find a good supply of small, edible bugs some day. Other than that, roasting is really the basic idea behind a full-coverage wind screen, which allows complete use of a stove's heat output by protecting the stove and pot from wind, and bouncing the heat around inside the wind screen as much as possible before finally letting it escape through the very smallest of chimney holes at the top. (It works!)
(3) Cooking by dry heat, usually in an oven, but possibly over or near an open flame or other heat source. Roasting causes caramelizing or "Maillard browning" of the food's surface, which enhances flavor. (Also true. Everything here is true.)
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(1) A biggish, web-footed water bird having a large, pouchy beak that it uses for fishing, and maybe for shopping. Who can say? (And they don't taste good.)
(2) North America's original pre-Columbian trail food, made by mixing together powdered, dried meat (jerky) with congealed animal fat. Mmmmm...yummy?
(3) A mixture of lean dried meat beaten into a fine powder then mixed with fat, used as food. The word itself roughly translates as "fat", or "grease".
(4) An indigenous North American travel food made from dried meat (usually bison) which has been pounded into a paste, then mixed with rendered fat and sometimes a few dried berries, and finally shaped into patties.
(5) pemmican (n.) kind of nutritious and durable foodstuff made by Native Americans, 1791, from Cree (Algonquian) /pimihka:n/ from /pimihke:w/ "he makes grease," from pimiy "grease, fat." Lean meat, dried, pounded and mixed with congealed fat and ground berries and formed into cakes eaten on long journeys. Also used figuratively for "extremely condensed thought or matter." (Online Etymology Dictionary)
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Me? Still wishing I had a beak.
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OW is a word used most often for the amusement of companions.
It really works best this way, which is a good reason to have friends, or at least one or two random people who have nothing better to do than to go hiking with you. And if that doesn't work, there is probably a cell phone app so you can pay someone to pretend they can stand you for a couple of hours.
Anyhow, OW.
OW is rarely used alone. It's a start, but is usually accompanied by other words like @#$%&!, expressions which convey a special enthusiasm, or by ritual body movements, such as sucking on fingers or shaking one hand wildly in the air while hopping on one foot. (The "OW Hop".)
There is a statistically significant association between these words, these actions, and activities such as removing hot cookware from a fire without a pot gripper (dumb), or using random lumpy rocks as hammers to pound stakes (more dumb).
In this sense OW is sometimes mispronounced as OUCH (or even OWICH), "an interjection that denotes pain", as your high school English teacher might put it, clueless. (Why do we need to study English anyway? For those of us who already speak it? Why don't we have an expression class? Learn to share ideas and think and write? Have fun? OW! There's an idea.)
OW! — Over Weight.
If you've been bitten by the packweight bug then you've entered a new dimension, one in which you are judged by numbers. Random, arbitrary numbers.
If the numbers you choose to associate with are smaller than the next person's numbers, then you are not over weight, they are. (Note: the term "over weight" applies only to pack weight, and size. If you are a big hootin' hollerin' honking doofus, nobody cares, mostly, if you bathe regularly, if you have a pack so small, so tiny, so light that you can only pick it up with the tips of your fingers.)
Over weight is a sin, the first sin, the original sin, the Sin of Infinite Stink for ultralighters.
Because.
Because we need a standard to judge you by. Because. Because if we don't judge you then we have to judge ourselves, and OW! — we don't want to do that.
Because if you have a standard to judge other people by, then you can do it and say because. "Because it says so right here on the weight chart. Your base pack weight can't be over 9 pounds (4 kg for metroids), or you're a total dick. We don't talk to dicks. They can't be in our club. OW! So go away. But not so far we can't see you and keep judging you."
Which results in another OW! response for you, a bad one. You go home and wonder "How Far Along Am I, Really?", and you think about life and if it's worth it, and if you'll ever get there even if you take out a second mortgage and buy that three-and-a-half ounce (99 g, eh?) crinkly titanium-foil pack that's too small to actually carry anything in. (So it stays at three and a half ounces forever, right? No matter what? Right?).
And then you think some more and finally have that enlightenment moment when you say "OW!, hey. I'm owl wright just liek I am — I'm gonig to HMOH and ful speed ahead and so on," completely forgetting how to use a spell checker and picking up random acronyms without knowing what they mean but it's all OK now. You have moved beyond OW. You are no longer Over Weight.
You now know everything. Everything that matters anyhow. Because. Because you just know it. And so, by a simple change in attitude you have become Omnisciently Wonderful (OW!). So you start your own dance meditation studio (PrancyDancyMed), but no flapping hands and hopping and howling in pain any more. Now you help others move from a life of bumping into walls and slamming their fingers in car doors to one of grace and light and hip humping and cool booty grooving. (If they purchase the premium plan of 12 easy monthly payments.) Life is good again, such as it is. OW!
Then you die.
See?
Please note that your final life score stands at 3½ out of a possible 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. Approximately. (Had to be rounded down a bit to meet our standards.)
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Me? Feeling that way today.
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(1) A brand name of Nalge Nunc International, a distributor and manufacturer of plastic containers. Go figure.
(2) Brand name for durable and dependable plastic products made by Nalge Nunc International. Most of these are water bottles. Clever backpackers eventually realized that disposable plastic soft drink containers were both cheaper and lighter than the Nalgene kind. So most backpackers continue to use the heavy ones. It's as old-school as smoking. (WTF?)
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Matt S (Wed, Jan 4, 2023):
Excellent, as always.
My favorite is Gatorade bottles. Sturdy plastic. Several sizes. Large threads, so it's rare that you cross thread the cap and later find a very wet pack. No cap lanyard tempting you to do something stupid like biner it to the outside of your pack.
On multi day trips, we still carry one Nalgene because the threads mate with the water filters. But it's a Nalgene gallon-ish sized sack. Much lighter, and works great until a careless hiker knocks it off a picnic table and the seam splits.
Matt
Dave replies (Thu, Jan 5, 2023):
Hey thanks for writing. I didn't know that anyone read this stuff any more, especially since I haven't actually been able to go anywhere for way too long.
As far as bottles, I finally switched to the Platypus-style collapsible bladders for everything. Light, and they fold down to nothing when they're empty. Everybody eventually finds what works best for them.
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