Growing up, my Dad would pull stuff like this. One night Mom was making Stew and Dad goes, “Great we are having Wets tonight.” I thought it was a great new dish, until my older sister informed me it was Stew spelled backwards. Kinda of knocked the luster of eating something new, but it was still delicious. My Mom didn’t make bad tasting food.
I had a favorite shirt as a child. It had a stain on it and Mom used bleach on it to get it out. Well it worked, along with some of the color. It ended up looking tie died and was still my favorite shirt. That is until it fell apart because the bleached areas eventually disintegrated and it ended up with a lot of holes.
Since civilization is only a car drive away, there is no reason you cannot restock smore supplies.