successful foraging, if you count food-like products

We arrived at camp pretty late last night, a spot Andre had come to for porcinis and hawkswing last fall.  I was too tired for dinner, so we tucked ourselves into Butter. In the morning, we made a nice breakfast and headed into the woods with our knives hoping to hunt down some fungi.  Almost immediately, we stumbled upon our second foraged treat, a bag of cool ranch Doritos, which had been left by the previous campers who probably left that morning.  Moments later, we found our third foraged food, Dr. Pepper, several cans tucked nicely between the rocks to cool off in the river.  I didn’t partake in the Dr. Pepper and Andre dumped it after a few swigs.  A realization—the bounty that our Earth provides is apparently laced with transfats and high-fructose corn syrup.  Go figure.