Hints from my kitchen (of fortune)
The trick with campground cooking is to get very hungry before you start. Forget the restrictions on ingredient lists. Be improvisatory. But, above all, play to a hungry crowd. With enough pangs, even the simplest of fare will be praised by the critics.
Today we avoided anything but coffee for hours. There were some grapes, and some stale potato chips that the dog had crumbled with enthusiastic bounds, but on the whole we made it all the way through to mosquito hour. Not to be confused with “happy hour”. This is more an atmospheric state, where the wind dies down and the clouds form up, from ankle to earlobe. I know this because I was on duty at the picnic table stove. I cooked close to a dozen eggs and only shocked the dog with foul language when the protein supplements were removed from my calves by horseflies on patrol.
An omelette with sliced capicolli and grated cheese. Yum. No other spices need apply. We ate with gusto (whatever it is). Then, satiated, we headed on down to the hallway outside the local CAP. A wide shelf with power and three bars of wifi. Who cares if it isn’t fast and furious; it works, and at a price you can’t beat. Besides, we’re on vacation, don’t you know?
