Instead of a coffee break I get treated to a tuttu quaq break

I had been sitting at a desk in the Iñupiat Heritage Center reading oral histories for two hours straight, enjoying every word but I noticed I needed a break. My neck and shoulders were getting sore. I thought maybe I could go buy me a coffee somewhere, maybe with some prepackaged chocolate chip cookies. Then Fredrika Leavitt came into the kitchen area just on the other side of he divider from the desk I am working at. She pulled a caribou leg out of the freezer and started to cut with her ulu. She asked if I wanted some tuttu quaq (frozen caribou). I did. So she cut some off for me, gave me some ugruk seal oil to dip it in, showed me where the tea was and also the pilot crash crackers and a bottle of grape jelly and peanut butters. I had a good snack. No coffee, but I just made my second cup of tea. Now I will resume my reading until they close for the day and I must leave. 

Text added at 5:59 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 55 and counting.