I grew up camping, or so it seems. Our family went camping every summer, probably to save money. I don’t think I ever stayed at a motel until I was grown!
We’d load up the truck with a camper on the back and head north to Colorado. Once we found a good spot, we’d set up camp, which in later years included camping tents. The kids usually slept in the camper…
On top of that I grew up a Girl Scout. LOTS of camping there! Day camp, weekend camp, week long camp! Camping songs and oh the food!
Remind me to tell you sometime about the wild hog and our camping tents!!!
Everything tastes better when it’s cooked outside and camping food doesn’t have to be just hot dogs and smores! One of my favorite breakfasts was donuts sliced in half with a ring of pineapple set inside, then wrapped and set in the campfire coals. Oh that is SO good!
I remember learning to cook eggs on an upended coffee can with a tuna can burner inside. Don’t think we ever did that but once, but I suppose we all learned it was possible.
Many a meal consisted of hobo stew. Probably couldn’t call it that anymore and be politically correct, but that’s essentially what it was. Everyone brought one can of ‘something’, hopefully a vegetable. The leaders brought ground beef and cooked it in a big pot to which everyone added one can of ‘something’. I would imagine the name originated from a group of ‘hobo’s’ getting together around a fire and each contributing whatever foodstuffs they had on hand, making one grand meal out of their individual contributions.
Another great tasting breakfast was biscuit dough, wrapped around the end of a chiseled stick. Hold it over the fire until the biscuit was done through and it was a golden brown. You’d then slip it off the stick and fill the resulting hole with grape jelly. YUM!!!
Lately I’ve been hankering for a banana boat. Remember those? Slice open a banana end to end without slicing all the way through. Toss in a couple pieces of chocolate and some marshmallows, wrap up in foil and set in the coals. It’s to die for!
