Ever since being a boy, I have loved camping. Real camping – the rustic kind, sleeping in tents, fishing and foraging for food, and cooking meals over an open campfire. I was taught, early on, how to do gourmet open fire cooking.
I cringe when I see other campers preparing their “meals” – which most often are hot dogs, or marshmallows, or maybe, for the more “advanced” campers … even a grilled hamburger!
As far as “side dishes” typically go, they are munching on potato chips or Doritos, and perhaps some store-bought deli items.
Not me. Nothing against hot dogs and hamburgers, I love ’em and will sometimes cook and eat them.
I also do love a good open fire-roasted S’more as much as anybody. But when I go camping, whoever is with me is going to eat very good. I’m talking about real …