Well sleepy heads, it’s time to roll out…what’s that smell? Is it…bacon?
Why yes! Yes it IS bacon AND sausage AND eggs AND potatoes AND toast.
Let me tell you something folks…these men don’t mess around when it comes to cooking. They have a very serious set up. And not anyone can just sidle on up to the camp fire and start cooking…even my husband is merely a Junior Chef in training.
It starts with “the breakfast table” which is more like an altar. Then they begin to bring out their offerings and pile them high.
Then they begin cooking the food, the delicious aromas waft across camp.
Waiting for breakfast has been known to drive some campers a bit wacky.
Then on Sunday the big chicken cook off begins.
I was a guest commentator last year, but this year Uncle Bob held the “microphone”. Cooks were questioned about technique, the weather, proper coal temperature, even secret recipes…of course they would divulge nothing.
Then Uncle Bob turned the “microphone” to the spectators to get their take on this fierce competition.
Sometimes it’s fun to just sit back and listen to the competitors heckle each other, “Better turn that chicken Bob, yer burnin’ it.” “You’d better get that second rack closer to the coals or its never gonna be done on time Gary.” “Now George, watch it, you know Freda hates dried out chicken.”
They really are ruthless, but the end result is simply mouth watering. I can tell you I would WALK to camp for a campfire breakfast. It’s so good, these guys have been doing this for years, and boy do they know what they are doing. The fire is tended to all day and at any given moment you can find someone cooking a hamburger, roasting a hotdog, or toasting a marshmallow. Mmmmm!
Come on back tomorrow for all the crazy fun that went on.