Have you ever spent the whole day hiking, finally reached the peak/waterfall/valley, and found that your reward meal tasted like a bite of heaven? Even if it’s in the form of summer sausage on a Costco bagel?
As a champion eater, I can tell you that the best meals are improved by environmental factors; like the feeling that you really earned it, being surrounded by beauty, or experiencing heightened emotions. (It’s ok if you’re currently having flashbacks to the last time we had dinner together.) 
Recently, I spent a day on the open sea off the coast of Kenya, vigilantly scouting for Somali pirates (you’re welcome America), and soaking in the equatorial son. My family and I went snorkeling off our wooden dhow as Jamil & Omar grilled white snapper on the hibachi.
Bri, in particular, was extremely helpful.
The food was plated at midday, the sun already high above us, and my first, salty bite tasted like nothing less than sweet satisfaction. Despite the heat, I dug into that marriage of fish, salad, chapati and fresh mango like my life depended on it…..
Let me tell you, it was truly tasty.
But every ying has its yang, every action its consequence, and every pale white, Irish girl who sits too long in the sun – suffers from heat stroke. Despite my best laid plans and blind belief that this time it would be different (it never has once been different); I fell deeply into my sunshine sickness. You see, I never drink enough water or wear enough sunscreen or find enough shade, and before I know it I’m lying in fetal position moaning weakly for 48 hours. 
But sometimes, the aftermath of tasty, even when excruciating, is still worth it.
A BLOG POST!!! Love.