There’s an orbital diner a few decades away that is worth the detour. Not for it’s chopped cricket and gravy sandwich, but for hoarding free packets of Moon Pepper. I keep a healthy stash of this stuff in the janky time machine’s glovebox. You never know when you want to give a last-minute roadside picnic a boost of flavour.

If you’ve ever space-walked on the moon you’ll recognize that burnt steak smell on all your clothing after decompression. By sifting the regolith and extracting some compounds from it, you end up with this super tasty pepper. It’s got a nice bite to it thanks the trace amount of radiation, but it’s that unmistakable umami flavour that humps your buds into flavour extacy.

Pink Himalayan mountain salt has nothing on this.