It's no secret that half the fun of camping is playing house in the woods. This time around, we had some exciting new gear to test out.
An air mattress. (I know, we're getting old and soft.)
A heavy-as-lead Dutch oven.
And, wait for it: a brand spanking new camp stove, the
Camp Chef Everest!
Oooh, that thing makes me so happy. No more pumping of the gas cylinder. No more dropping matches and burning your finger. Every. Single. Time. Push a button and
whoosh goes the flame. And, wow, is it fast. We had water at a rolling boil in seconds.
I know it kind of hurt Daniel's feelings that I was ready to retire the bottle-green Coleman stove, a $10 Craigslist purchase from the early days of our Colorado camping career. In its defense, the thing was used when we bought it. And if it's no longer green but rather dingy and black, it's because one time, ah-hem, it went up in flames. I can't seem to remember what happened. Unfazed, that Coleman kept on chugging for another five years. Surely, it deserves some kind of camping award.
That's great. Life moves on. Can we talk about my new stove now? I actually lay in the tent the second night fantasizing about making coffee in the morning. Yes, it's true. I'm in love with a camp stove.
Shove that casserole in there, baby! This is a kale sausage roasted squash rosemary bread pudding delight.
There was a moment of studious reading about a certain number of briquettes in a checkerboard pattern. Daniel decided to keep it real and dump chunks of wood on top instead. It turned out delicious. Amazing, even. However, there was this slight l'eau-de-burnt-ash that we weren't fond of. This led to DK The Science Guy deciding that for the next go-around, we needed to create an internal "oven" to distribute the heat more evenly. I smiled and nodded sagely, pretending I had something to contribute to the conversation other than detailed ideas about what would go inside said oven.
And now we need to talk about what happened for dessert. Brownie mix cooked in oranges. What? So good. Recipe
here. You're welcome.
While we were cooking, Jack announced, "Grub's up!" And then he said, "Um, Mom, do people really say that?"
After that feast, I felt like a grub. A very rotund one. I had to take a stroll around the campground just to shake off strange but persistent memories of third-trimester pregnancy. I walked out to an opening in the trees and the sun was setting over all those glorious fire-gold aspens. I ran (waddled?) back to the campsite and we all charged through the woods. The guys missed most of the sunset, but we did catch the tail end of the show.
Here it is, Daniel's solution to the burning problem. And it worked! Perfect breakfast scones. And may I say, these were much needed after a rough first night which included a freezing Daniel (for the first time in our married life, I was the warm one--perhaps due to the wearing of not one but two sleeping bags?), a restless Jack, and an air mattress that rocked like a boat every time Bronte wandered around, which was often.
Plus, yes, we had a large animal encounter of the Ursine kind.
We woke up to a huffing noise right outside the tent. Daniel and I froze, ears cocked to the sound like paralyzed deer. It moved closer, circling the tent and grunting. It sounded big. In seconds stretched thin like taffy, we listened as whatever it was moved around the tent and through the campsite and eventually off into the forest. I started shaking. Daniel assured me it was a moose, not a bear. I've heard that one before, but I rolled over into the hedge of his strong arms and promptly conked out. Which I think says my repression skills are improving.
In the morning, a spectacularly wizened camp host stopped by. (I mean, seriously, it looked like he was wearing a wrinkled leather mask--the kind Tom Cruise is always hiding under in spy movies.) He confirmed it was a moose, and that he visits often. Visit away, moose. Anytime. Just keep Mama Bear somewhere far away.
Stuffed with yummy food and autumn beauty, we drove home. The Pathfinder reeked of woodsmoke and dirty socks, but we had big smiles on our faces. Until next time....
Soccer game! Jack is on the same team again this fall, the Wasps/Red Devils. We love his coach Dawit and he's having so much fun and learning a lot.
Henry David Thoreau writes: “We need the tonic of wildness.... At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.” I think I'd like to name a book that, The Tonic of Wildness. It's an elixir we can't get enough of.
School started a few weeks ago for both the boys and me. We have all been exhausted by the time Friday rolls around. In the past few months, cooking has taken a back seat. I still haven't felt 100% like myself, and with low energy and everyday lessons in letting go, dinner is usually Daniel stopping by Trader Joe's on the way home from work. But this weekend I actually felt like cooking. Between two or three rather elaborate meals and an all-day cook-a-thon for the preserves party, I just about did myself in. But I love cooking. I absolutely love it.
