Why do I do this to myself? I believe I’ve made it clear that camping and I are not the best terms. In fact, I’m pretty sure I have uttered the words, “Like hell,” when asked if I would ever sleep in a tent outdoors ever again. This camping trip, however, does not involve tents, nor sleeping on the ground. Also, it seems I will be surrounded by food writers. Which as we know, are the best kind of writers. BECAUSE THEY FEED YOU.
Yep, I’m headed to the super rad food writing conference, Camp Blogaway this weekend to hang out in the hot tub with my fellow food writers. (It’s not really camping if there’s a hot tub, right?) And while I am very excited, of course I’m a little nervous as well. I mean, most of all I’m afraid of not having dessert, which is why it’s almost midnight and I’m up finishing off a mega batch of gluten-free Monster Cookies.
I’m all set, guys. Of course I can live on gluten-free Monster Cookies all weekend, I mean, duh. But there are a few things I’m still a bit scared of up there in the mountains and cabins. Shall I do a countdown? Oh, I think I shall.