When I was a kid, we'd go upstate NY to an undeveloped plot of land my grandparents owned for a "picnic day". I'd watch my dad and uncle alternate between downing bourbon and squirting lighter fluid onto an already raging inferno, tossing burgers and hot dogs onto the grill and charring the shit out of dinner for all!
Ya' know what,,,, it was always one of the best dinners we had!!!! My DAD and his brother made it!!!! We didn't know anything else! But, we knew the whole family was together, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins (living and past) we would laugh, run around, take target practice with a .22 rifle, toss a football and listen to stories we've heard 100 times before around a campfire before a long drive home.
And I'll bet that the family of your campmate feel the same way about their meals last week because dad made it.
Just sayin'.