Another Day at the South Pole...

We have sunk into deep winter here at the Pole.  The above photo-herald of what is no longer to come is a collection of the very last carrots on our little island in the snow.  We divided them up among the 43 of us and ate them.  Notice the trimmed ends which had to be amputated due to rot…a scene reminiscent of the film Soylent Green where Charlton Heston’s daddy brings out a precious, limp couple of raw vegetables as his last meal before voluntarily becoming a grocery store biscuit.

  Although ambient temperatures have not yet hit the –100 F mark, they are hovering and, with windchill, outdoors are often around –120 F.  Photo at side shows Chef Keith organizing our exterior refrigerator, specifically the bread and dough shelf.  Behind him are stores of potato product, and Ms. Tomato, in the photographer’s p.o.v., leans on a box of diced carrots and peas, part of the mound of brick-frozen vegetables we avail ourselves of on a daily basis.

In an effort to drink a chilled cocktail, Erin here placed her vodka in a snowdrift, in the firm belief that a high-alcohol liquid such as this  cannot freeze.  Indeed.  It is solid as a rock after an hour or so.  Vodkasicle, and inaccessible at that.  Let this be a warning.

Comments

[Peter R.]

Soylent Green is People! Cannibalism at South Pole. Will make a great article...

[Cris Gross]

. . . and let's not forget the lonely carrot shared in 'Waiting for Godot.' Stay warm! Hope the Vodkasicle thaws in time.