Gimme A Break

I was digging in my storeroom for a sports bag when I came across some old camping gear that I’ve had for years. With that came a flood of camping memories. Since I grew up on an island, the camps were mostly on the beach.

Strangely it’s the pleasant memories that come to mind, not the ones about having to line up for hours to use the only public bathroom around for miles.

The cookouts were the most fun. But I gotta tell you, trying to start a fire from scratch with the sea breeze blowing is not, repeat not, an easy thing. It’s doubly hard on an empty stomach, knowing that by the time we get this fire going, we’d have fainted from hunger :lol: .

But once we got the fire started, the cooking was great fun. Eating what we’d cooked was quite disastrous unless you don’t mind every bite being crunchy from the sand that’d gotten into the food while we were cooking :lol: .

• cook a lot, eat a lot
• what to cook?
• unsweet jam memories
• our annual donation
• the early bird

|