While thinking about all of the weight I expected to lose this summer, it occurred to me that the Death Roll around my waist had not yet disappeared, as they usually do every summer that I can remember. It also occurred to me that I have been eating more at mealtime this year, and that what I have been eating tastes better than anything served at camp in past years.

I guess I owe the perpetuation of my Death Rolls and the satisfaction I get to the food this year to our head cook Sandy McAdam and her kitchen crew. This year there has been more planning and effort put into the preparation and selection of higher quality food than ever before. As Mark Faiwell put it, “A kid will remember and love camp if he has a good cabin group, a good cabin counselor, and if he learned how to waterski or shoot riflery; but he will quickly forget and hate camp if the food stinks.”

This philosophy is here the idea of upgrading the food at camp originated. So I would like to say--hats off to Sandy, the kitchen crew, and Mark. Eat your hearts out Dorothy, Gerry, Paul, John, Gelindo...