There are 43 souls here wintering-over at the South Pole station. Ms. Tomato is the sous-chef, joined by co-chefs Francis and Keith. Currently Francis is on breakfast detail and has been showering us with donuts and fritters. We can't stop saying things like, "I can't believe I'm at the South Pole eating a fresh donut!" It's the small things that count.
None of us can leave. It's too cold for an airplane to land and the station is officially closed for winter. We have only each other...and some really good donuts...to keep us amused for the next 8 months.
We have a load of fresh fruit, vegetables and eggs that will last maybe another month stored in an empty room at 50 degrees, and after that it's frozen food all the way, supplemented by the greenhouse salad. Ms. Tomato has her wheatgrass and spirulina pills at the ready and plenty of Vitamin D to make up for the lack of sunlight. Come October we will see our first fresh plane full of people and hopefully a few oranges to stave off encroaching scurvy.
It is still light out and the sun won't completely set until April. Then it will rise sometime around September. Can't wait for the auroras.