Here I sit in Connecticut surrounded by 12 inches of snow. The cold blustery air made me hungry for stew, which is now cooking in a pot on the stove. The hearty smell got me to thinking about the National Hobo Convention in five months, the first week of August. The good people of Britt feed thousands with their delicious Hobo Stew–made in huge vats starting with 425 pounds of beef. You just have to come see it!