At the Central New York mountain I practically grew up on it was the donuts, the hot chocolate, and the goulash, each with a smell those foods will never have again for me. The goulash was just mini-shells covered in chunky canned tomatoes, baked in a giant hotel pan, and stuffed into styrofoam cups for serving. It was like a pound of pasta slop in a 12oz cup but so good.
At the Central New York mountain I practically grew up on it was the donuts, the hot chocolate, and the goulash, each with a smell those foods will never have again for me. The goulash was just mini-shells covered in chunky canned tomatoes, baked in a giant hotel pan, and stuffed into styrofoam cups for serving. It was like a pound of pasta slop in a 12oz cup but so good.
Always pack a handful of sandwiches in my trail bag to dip a rope somewhere and enjoy a cold beer and a turkey Sammy in the woods.
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