Been quite busy lately but managed to find the time to watch Craig’s Greenland doc reaction stream before bed yesterday.
There were many rookie mistakes made, some were most likely due to them being from a warmer climate. Like, wear BOOTS when out in the rain in freezing temperatures and wear something that goes OVER the boots to avoid water getting into them, never tuck your outerwear into your boots.
The food isn’t really made to be delicious. Some of it tastes perfectly fine but the idea is mainly to get all the necessary nutrients into you. It takes a lot of energy to trudge through snow and to maintain the necessary body temperature to function properly in that climate.
It’s not very hospitable, which is why their population number is similar to the Faroe Islands despite the size difference.
Our seals are different from the ones in Greenland so I wonder if the taste would be different as well. Our seals are huge and muscular. The ones up there have more blubber on them to stay warm. You’d think ours were overgrown sea lions or small walruses till you got a better look at them.
Here’s some more Tanerion lore; it turns out that I have an uncle who lives in that particular area of Greenland.
Well, a half-uncle who I’ve only met once. My grandfather and my grandmother had a breakup in their youth and my grandfather went to sea, ended up in Greenland where he met a girl who he stayed with until he learned that my grandmother was pregnant with my oldest aunt. He then returned home, not knowing that the Greenlandic girl was ALSO pregnant. He didn’t learn of that until he was at least in his 60’s.
He didn’t hide from my grandmother that he’d been with another woman and she didn’t care as long as he was a good husband and father from then on. Which he very much was. They had 7 children and many more grandchildren, great-grandchildren and even a few great-great-grandchildren by the time they passed.
He spent all his free time with his children and grandchildren or making toys for them.
We had a family reunion once shortly after my grandfather passed with the families of descendants from him and my grandmother and there were over 250 of us there (including spouses). When I say the fertility rate here is high, I’m not kidding.
That’s where I met my Greenlandic half-uncle. Nice guy, everyone got along, no hard feelings from anyone whatsoever. Was immediately accepted as part of the family.
It was weird though, he looked exactly like my dad and uncles except he’s Inuit.
Anyway, back on topic.
Iceland is basically less based Faroe Islands, the towns look like ours but they have a higher crime rate and have even had terrorist attacks.
Was funny watching Craig be the stereotypical “big dumb American” thinking the prices in the store were in USD.
Of course, since we’re in the same Kingdom as Greenland, we have some of the same things in stores. Such as my favorite chocolate milk.
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We never meant for today to turn into a full-blown pilgrimage. Originally, we planned a livestream. Buc-ee’s would be the backdrop — oversized snacks, perfectly arranged brisket burritos, and the distinct scent of gasoline and nostalgia in the air. But, somewhere between idea and execution, we said “nah.”
Instead, we lived it.
Before we even stepped through Buc-ee’s automatic doors, we were greeted by a fan — a small but energizing reminder that what we do matters to people. And then, with the kind of anticipation you normally reserve for concerts or Christmas mornings, Blabs declared her one true goal: eat.
Blabs, already vibrating with excitement, stood before the sandwich counter like a worshipper at an altar. Her hands jazzed, clasped, fluttered, pointed. The Big Buckin’ Brisket Sandwich was tempting, but the Carolina Pulled Pork stole her soul. She literally hugged the sign.
“Ohhh, maybe I’ll get both,” she mused. “I’m getting fat-ass today.”
A bold declaration. A Buc-ee’s declaration.
She danced toward the bakery. Oatmeal raisin cookies, massive cinnamon rolls, muffins the size of small dogs — she surveyed them all like a war general planning a sweet invasion. Meanwhile, I was struggling with my own indecision. Chicken and fries? A burrito? Brisket? Cheesesteak? It was a battlefield of carbs and smoked meats.
Eventually, I landed on the pulled pork. Blabs did too. And just like that, we made our way out to the car — two champions, two sandwiches, no napkins.
We forgot drinks. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was thinking I’d get the first bite in before Blabs.
Because by the time I opened my sandwich wrapper, she was halfway done. I've never seen anyone eat a barbecue sandwich with such speed, such joy, such… grace? Is that the word? Probably not. But impressive? Hell yes.
She danced with every bite. She hoovered. She transcended. “It’s so freaking good, bro,” she managed between mouthfuls.
It wasn’t just eating. It was a performance.
When the last bite vanished, she leaned back, fully satisfied, glowing like someone who just achieved true peace. Ten out of ten. Would eat again. Probably twice today.
Meanwhile, I was still on bite one.
But we weren’t done. Oh no. You can’t just leave Buc-ee’s after one round. We went back in, like hobbits returning to Mordor — except instead of a cursed ring, we were chasing pecans and Rice Krispie Treats.
Blabs wandered through the store like she was in a trance. Candies. Drinks. Nuts. Bakery goods. That glazed pecan display practically called to her by name. She considered everything and then some: peppered turkey strips, oatmeal raisin cookies (again), fudge, Rice Krispie Treats the size of VHS tapes. She caved. She grabbed a cart.
Women be shopping. Yes, even at Buc-ee’s.
There was a moment of existential crisis near the fudge. A penny press nearly brought her to tears of joy. She packed pennies. This was not her first Buc-ee’s rodeo.
At one point, we passed a teenage influencer loudly proclaiming to his 12 followers, “THIS is Buc-ee’s.” Blabs side-eyed him while gripping her peppered turkey like a survivalist. She wasn’t here to post. She was here to consume.
At checkout, the final damage: $39.16. Worth every penny.
She debated adding more beaver nuggets but showed rare restraint. As we walked out, the Texas heat hit like a wave, and the sadness set in. The doors whooshed shut behind her — the gates of Valhalla, closing. There was a look in her eyes. The look of someone who’d found love… and had to leave it behind.
In her bag: one brisket burrito, to be savored across the next few nights like a squirrel rationing acorns. In her heart: memories of pulled pork perfection.
And maybe — just maybe — we bring the King of the Couch crew here next time. An army of content creators, united under the Buc-ee’s banner, battling it out, fueled by brisket and joy.
Until then, we live with the memory. And Blabs? She’ll dream of that sandwich.
