I’m terrified of spiders, don’t care much for snakes, sunburn in the blink of an eye and attract mosquitoes like a stagnant pond.
So why do I still love to go camping? You’re lookin’ at it.
Campfire cooking is one of my greatest cooking pleasures. I don’t know if it’s the smoky flavor that some foods take on or the challenge of producing a decent meal with limited resources. Either way, when my mother and I went camping this past weekend up in Bath County, we made sure to pack a bunch of goodies for breakfast.
The potatoes came right out of the garden. We wrapped them in aluminum foil and put them down in the campfire the night before to let them bake. The next morning, we unwrapped them, cut them up and fried them with onions in the hot bacon grease.
A shortcut for campfire potatoes is to bake them in the microwave before you leave and pack them in the cooler for the next morning. They take a lot less time to fry up that way than a raw potato.
The eggs were scrambled later in the same skillet and the English muffins were toasted on a grill grate over the open campfire. They tasted of a hint of wood smoke, but we still slathered them with a friend’s homemade blueberry preserves.
After a breakfast like this, it’s tempting to crawl back inside the tent. But there’s no way I’m doing that….there might be spiders in there.
Anyone else out there a campfire cook? Share your smokin’ hot tips.