Camp cooking is one of those things that I have a love-hate relationship with.
I have issues lighting the propane gadgets.
I love cooking outdoors.
I hate washing the dishes in make-shift sinks or underneath water spouts.
I love fresh squash anytime I can get it.
I love the way things taste when they have been grilled over an open fire.
I hate the ice that melts in the coolers, reaching in to pull the hot dog package out of a pool water.
I love the smell of a camp fire.
I hate soot.
I love fresh fish fried up by my Sweet Man.
I hate not having a good way to store the leftover fish.
I love eating the fresh tomatoes from my mother-in-laws garden and the crisp pungent raw onion.
Such delicious summer flavors.
Such a mess to clean up.
Awe, camp cooking, I love you. I am glad I do not have to cook this way everyday.