Ice Age Updates

Dear Friends,  One step closer. Actually, this week we took two. If you've been following along, you know we've been working for years to get our new Ice Age Meals kitchen operational. And I have to tell you, I was getting close to the end of my rope. Last week, we were told we might have to move the entire mobile...

Aloha, friends.  On Wednesday I told you the rest of the story would come out on Friday. Well… it's Friday. I'm back in the chair, coffee in hand, listening to the roosters. And after sitting with this for two days, here's the truth: I still don't know the rest of the story. I wish I could tell you the kitchen is...

Aloha, Friends. I'm writing this from a chair in the jungle, listening to the birds wake up and the roosters crow. Fifteen years ago this month, I hit publish on one of my first blog posts. At the time, I had no idea where the journey would lead. I certainly never imagined I'd be writing this email from a little house tucked into...

Let’s face it: running a camp kitchen on the Playa is a logistical nightmare. Between hauling hundreds of gallons of water, managing melting cooler ice, dealing with alkaline dust, and the dreaded gray water disposal, cooking real food in the desert can drain your energy fast. You need clean, high-performance fuel to survive the dust, but you shouldn't have to...

Hi Friend, I was standing out by the new mobile kitchen project this morning. If you’ve ever built anything from scratch, you know the feeling. It’s a test of patience. It's late shipments, unexpected pivots, and showing up every single day just to lay one more brick. We aren’t across the finish line yet. But we are making progress, slowly...

Hi Friend, Thank you so much for the incredible response to my birthday sale. It turned into our biggest sales day in over a year. We are gaining steam at Ice Age Meals again, and it’s only because of you. Thank you. Truly. This past week, I’ve been up in Minnesota on what I call a “think week / work camp”...

Friend, You can always eat better tomorrow. Until you can’t. That thought’s been on my mind a lot lately. This morning I’m writing to you from inside our new kitchen. The lights are on. The power’s running. The mini split is blowing cold air. After years of fighting, setbacks, resubmits, delays, and prayers… we’re standing inside the thing we’ve been believing...

Friend, Wednesday I told you about a phone call. Ten years ago. The day before the biggest pitch of my life. A man on the other end of the line, wanting to talk about Ice Age Meals before Ice Age Meals was even really a thing. Here's the rest. A meeting got set in San Jose. I sat across the table...

Friend, This morning's devotional hit me square in the chest: "The nature of the spiritual life is that we are certain in our uncertainty." I read it three times. Because here's what's been rattling around in my head all week: If you're not living a life where God HAS to show up — are you really living a life of faith?...

Hi Friend, We’re going organic. Not just with the food - the whole company. After years of trying to make paid ads work… We learned that they don't. When you care about quality, there’s no room to pay for attention. So we’re going back to how this started: Word of mouth. Real people. Real food.  Here’s the move: Daily posts on TikTok Same...

Hi Friend, I was sitting in Nehemiah 8:10 this morning. You probably know the end of it: "the joy of the Lord is your strength." That line gets quoted, cross-stitched, put on coffee mugs. But it was the front half that stopped me today: "Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared." Think...

Good morning, Noise destroys. Not all at once, but over time it adds up. Constant inputs. Texts. Emails. Notifications. Pings. Dings. Opinions. Advice. It never stops. I feel it more than most. I deal with something called misophonia - noise hits me harder than it should. So I’ve had to learn how to curate my environment. Because clarity doesn’t happen by accident....

Hey, Today we got the green light. 3 and a half years of battles, planning commissions, rejection letters, and one truly absurd moment where our smokers were classified as outdoor manufacturing within 300 feet of a public school. (We make food, people. Relax.) But we persevered. And this week... PERMITTED. So let me show you what we've been cooking up. Literally. Meet our...

Hey, Nick's leaving. And this time, that's not a hook. But I'll get to that in a minute. Because right now there's something you need to act on today. Today is the last day of our current shipping model. For years we've absorbed rising costs so you wouldn't feel them. Ingredients. Labor. Shipping. We held the line as long as...

Hi Guys, Happy Friday! I'm back from Kaua'i and I'm focused on staying dialed with my nutrition. I'm hitting 15K+ steps a day and eating 3-4 Ice Age Meals. I'm loving it! And, the best part? It's so easy! Jim Rohn said, “A single disciplined decision can immediately alter the course of your life.” Start with your food. If you’re off track...

Hi Friends, Yesterday I watched Hayden jump off the cliff at Shipwrecks. No hesitation. Full send. Gainer. That’s a picture of what’s happening here at Camp Kahili, where I am cooking for and counseling an intervention camp for young men. These boys are taking jumps too; into truth, into courage, into healing. They’re bringing things into the light that most people carry in silence for years. And...

Friends, For years that quote behind my shoulder has carried me through the hardest days of building Ice Age Meals. “It is not the critic who counts… the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena.” The time has come to start sharing the stories from that arena in video form. The Bunker studio is up and...

Friends, Last week I was talking with Avilio about the final challenges we were working through on the new website. I asked him, “In the military, did you deal with this kind of stuff?” He laughed and said, “All the time. We had a saying: Find a way… or make one.” That phrase goes back more than 2,000 years to the general...