This last week I headed up to northern Minnesota to do a little ice fishing with my brother. When I was a kid all we needed was a short pole, some wax worms, and a 5-gallon bucket. We still don’t have a luxury ice house to fish from, but we did pack plenty of modern conveniences: a gas ice auger, an electronic fish finder, and a portable grill to make lunch, all neatly packed and carried in a trailer pulled by a four-wheeler. Not exactly roughing it. Again, as kids, we were lucky to have some beef jerky or a frozen Snickers bar to snack on. These days, I plan out whole menus, and this trip was no different.