Kris and her three vacation companions had been boyhood friends. For as long as she could remember they had taken Summer trips to a fishing camp in northern Canada with their families. As the years passed their parents became frail or passed away leaving the four to carry on the Summer tradition. This continued despite Kris' transition several years ago.

One of the many things the four had in common was a dislike of cooking. But with the fresh air and exercise on the trip they all had hearty appetites, so cook someone must. The agreed-upon solution was to draw straws before the trip. The short straw got to be the cook for the trip.

Since it didn't seem fair that the unfortunate cook should also have to put up with her buddies grousing over the quality of the fare, there was another rule. If anyone complained about the food, he had to take over the cooking duty!

As luck would have it Kris drew the short straw and became the cook; that was three years in a row! So she put together a menu and shopping list, bought and packed the supplies and soon they were off on another Summer adventure.

Two weeks into the three-week trip things were going great. Kris loved the vacation, except for the cooking part. No one had complained. They never did.

That evening on the way back to camp with a bucket of water from the lake something caught Kris' eye. She went back. It was still there.

A fresh, hot, steaming moose turd!

With an evil grin, Kris scooped it up and took it back to camp.

That evening dinner was simple but tasty and filling. Fried fish, baked potatoes, corn on the cob. A few, or more than a few, bottles of beer were consumed.

Then Kris said she had made dessert, a fresh-baked pie. She cut it and passed slices around to her friends with a smile.

They each cut into their slices with their forks. Kris noticed the sniffs and wrinkled noses. Then one lifted a bite to his mouth and in it went.

The look on his face was worth the price of admission. Kris smiled sweetly back at him.

After a brief moment, he spat the pie out and yelled.

"This pie tastes like shit!"

"But good, but good."