This past Saturday I went skiing for the first time this season. Because it was a holiday weekend, the slopes and the lifts were crowded, but conditions were good, the weather was perfect and the views fantastic.
I have never heard so many people talk about food so much.
The topics of eating and drinking seemed to be tied with "skiing conditions" for the honor of Most Discussed On The Mountaintop. We'll do one more run and then get Kevin a waffle, just something to tide him over until lunch. When is lunch? Are we staying here or going to the pizza place? I want hot chocolate. Last night we had the best steak.
A number of years ago, my friend Raissa told me about walking on the beach and overhearing people's conversations, most of which revolved around food: what they were going to eat, when they would start making dinner, wasn't dinner last night great?
For the record, I had a delicious Greek salad at the lodge before coming home, and discovered that French fries taste good dipped in butternut squash soup.