Okay, I spent two days camping (s'mores didn't talk to me AT ALL, kept waiting for them to and I actually felt pushed away from potato chips, interiorly speaking) and loved the fresh air, then two days hiking to and from an inn that can only be reached by five miles in the Appalachian Mountains - with all my bunchkins and my beloved. LOVED it.
Of course, the inn provides your food and it was ideal except ... the pound cake for dessert. Homemade, real ingredients, just looked dreamy, couldn't resist, had one slice and haven't been able to stop thinking of how I'm going to get another fix ever since then over 24hrs ago. I keep trying, with dried fruit, herbal teas, meat, meat, and more meat, but just.keep.wanting.
Oh well, this, too, shall pass.