The hard part in all this is that in some ways the whole nutrition thing feels like such a crap shoot. Who the heck KNOWS what her stomach will accept when it's in total revolt. I know for sure I couldn't even consider a sweet thing. Even the first batch of oatmeal he put in front of me was a huge struggle to put (and keep) down. The second bowl (after about 45 minutes) went down easier.

Drinking, especially the warm drink, was OK. So, I'm thinking that a rich salty broth would have been totally doable. At least, the thought of it was not disgusting at the time.

I'm thinking I need to invest in a really high quality thermos (not just a thermal bottle, but a real thermos) that I could put boiling water in at a 10-11pm stop, along with some type of rich salty broth/noodle soup (dried, from a packet) that could re-hydrate in the bottle, then get consumed over the next couple of hours, maybe along with saltines or plain bread or a biscuit. Seems like if it's something I'd look forward to eating, that I'd eat more, and sooner, maybe I wouldn't end up in the "I can't eat anything at all" place that I've now visited twice....