I sat eating ramen noodles for my third straight meal. Things were beginning to get ridiculous. We'd been stranded in this log cabin for weeks, waiting out a massive blizzard. My Norwegian companion, Mads, left the day before in a desperate attempt to procure better provisions. Now I could add lonliness to my dour demeanour. I didn't expect to see him again.
But I did. He returned the next day. He had with him Mario Batali and a pile of grocery bags.
"Man, tell me I didn't just score big. I not only found food, I found Mario Batali. We've got fois grois and black truffles. I hope you didn't ruin your appetite with raman noodles."
"Oh, sweet. I've got a great recipie for fois grois in one of my old GQs. Let me go get it."
"Dude, what are you talking about? We've got Mario Batali."
"I know, I just wanted to find a way to make myself useful."
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