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Really Cooking with Fire

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I like nature just fine.  But I like to sleep with a roof over my head. 

Well, guess what? 

Husband likes to camp.  Normally I send him off without me, along with one of our sons.  But a couple of weeks ago, I tried to be a good sport and go sleep in a tent on a family weekend in the woods. 

It rained.  It was cold--like forty degrees at night, and there were moments when you could say I had a rather negative attitude.  But the setting--green green spring of the Catskills--was gorgeous. 

And of course I took the opportunity to cook breakfast over the campfire.  My first ever. 

Cooking with fire makes you think about just how recent it is in human history that we have had stoves. 

Usually the fire is too hot. Or it’s too cold.  It needs a lot of attention if you’re not used to it. 

You get smoke in your eyes, and your clothes smell.  Also, the warmth of the fire, I can assure you, doesn’t reach terrible far. 

Still, there was a certain triumph to finally getting the eggs to boil.  I felt as hough I’d really accomplished something. 

There were really some beautiful moments on our trip.

And of course this:

And this:

And then the rain came.

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