@mrodgers, many moons ago before children and back when I was a bride (about 20 yrs, give or take) my (ex) husband and I went on a camping trip with friends and friends of friends. We were kind of the outsiders and as such, did not plan or even know about the group shopping trip they pulled together for the trip. So we arrive at campsite (a couple of them were there) in the late afternoon, set up our tent and set up our part of the campsite. We had a camp stove and portable grill. The Other Side has quite a laugh at all our gear and asked us why we bother to camp if we are bringing everything with us from home.
After a while we were getting hungry and asked our fellow campers what their dinner plans were. That’s when we learned some member of their group was bringing their food. Okey Dokey, we will just get going on our dinner then. Bbq pork chops over the grill with one of those Lipton rice mixes and some kind of veg I don’t recall now. Nothing too fancy but the smell of that pork cooking was outstanding and that risotto mix dipped up all the juices. Plus things just taste better when camping. The other group was getting kind of grumbly about their lack of food and eventually took themselves off to a McDonald’s before the cannibalism began.
Next morning we get up and we start making our camp breakfast - bacon eggs toast and the best coffee on the planet, percolated and cooked in the camp stove. I don’t know why it always tastes better but it does. The Others: cold cereal. More grumbling and dissent in the ranks.
Lunchtime: we had homemade burgers, homemade potato salad and baked beans simmered over the campfire. Others: hot dogs. A growing over anger was building from the other side. Other side food planner promised dinner would be better.
Dinner: Other Side: frozen burger patties. Us: Steaks, baked potatoes cooked in the coals and fresh corn on the cob. When my ex pulled out those monster steaks, Other side exclaimed “oh come ON!!” And unanimously voted us in charge of food for any future trips. Lol.
I’ve never understood why folks equate camping with eating like you’re on the run from the law and broke. I was “glamping “ before they ever had a word for it.
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