oh thank god, much prefer pulling this up to stressing out in a TJs the night before said camping trip, wondering if shakshuka will cut it under camp cleanup rules.
The only way I will ever camp is if I win the lottery and hire you to cook. For that, I would do the leaky tent/deflating air mattress thing I loathe. To quote a French woman I met on a plane (who I misremember smoking a Gauloise) "Do I look like I like to camp? I am a five star hotel kind of person."
It is possible I will have 2nd degree trauma thinking about the warm, drippy tuna lunch food into a backback/onto things that need to be touched. That may be worse than thinking of forest murderers or ghosts.
The lack of Martin's rolls in California is perplexing. Its like some sub-par bread company has a choke hold on all grocery chains. Yet there are like a dozen gluten-free options? If you order meat through CreamCo you can add on some frozen Martin's rolls.
I’ve camped three times in my life, and I’m old now. The first time was with two girlfriends, and we dragged a log to burn for our campfire. Turns out it was a piece of telephone pole which was treated with whatever - chemicals, etc. It never really died out, and the campground police got involved. It was messy for us young gals. The second time was in the middle of nowhere with my husband and Dalmatian. Pitched the tent .. while tornadoes gathered and the rain hit us. The water poured through our tent, soaked everything and our dog was howling. I believed we were going to die. Number three ... was a little Girl Scout camping thing that I was talked into. Not sure why I agreed. It was another tornado blowing through Minneapolis. Another miserable wet tent, lightening, thunder and little girls crying. I tried to keep it together, but I’m not a Girl Scout leader. Camping? No. Eating your camping menu? A definite yes. Only if I can do this in the comfort of my backyard. No tents allowed.
I too love the challenge of restrictions when cooking. For a kayak / tenting trip years ago in BC's Gulf Islands each one in our group was tagged with providing one of the 8 meals with primitive kitchen setup. My slot was lunch on the third and last day. With no refrigeration or campfire I thought a Greek lunch would work and it did. Pita bread travels well, as does a tin of hummus (brightened with a fresh lemon and a tiny vial of olive oil) olives, a some dolmades, a red onion, green pepper and cucumber (for a salad), oregano and the surprise. Did you know that not quite ripe Roma tomatoes carried in a paper bag in the bow of the kayak for three days will ripen to perfection. It was delicious. Sadly no ouzo.
oh thank god, much prefer pulling this up to stressing out in a TJs the night before said camping trip, wondering if shakshuka will cut it under camp cleanup rules.
The only way I will ever camp is if I win the lottery and hire you to cook. For that, I would do the leaky tent/deflating air mattress thing I loathe. To quote a French woman I met on a plane (who I misremember smoking a Gauloise) "Do I look like I like to camp? I am a five star hotel kind of person."
It is possible I will have 2nd degree trauma thinking about the warm, drippy tuna lunch food into a backback/onto things that need to be touched. That may be worse than thinking of forest murderers or ghosts.
The lack of Martin's rolls in California is perplexing. Its like some sub-par bread company has a choke hold on all grocery chains. Yet there are like a dozen gluten-free options? If you order meat through CreamCo you can add on some frozen Martin's rolls.
Looks like you can make anything look fun!
I’ve camped three times in my life, and I’m old now. The first time was with two girlfriends, and we dragged a log to burn for our campfire. Turns out it was a piece of telephone pole which was treated with whatever - chemicals, etc. It never really died out, and the campground police got involved. It was messy for us young gals. The second time was in the middle of nowhere with my husband and Dalmatian. Pitched the tent .. while tornadoes gathered and the rain hit us. The water poured through our tent, soaked everything and our dog was howling. I believed we were going to die. Number three ... was a little Girl Scout camping thing that I was talked into. Not sure why I agreed. It was another tornado blowing through Minneapolis. Another miserable wet tent, lightening, thunder and little girls crying. I tried to keep it together, but I’m not a Girl Scout leader. Camping? No. Eating your camping menu? A definite yes. Only if I can do this in the comfort of my backyard. No tents allowed.
Oi I’m a paid subscriber but can’t find that frittata recipe anywhere? Did I miss it?
I came to look for it too!
Me too!
same here
Like Kathy said, I’m also a (new) paid subscriber but didn’t receive yesterday’s version with the frittata recipe nor can I find it on the site.
where is the frittata recipe?
Yes! I’m looking for it too! I am a new subscriber just so I could get that recipe😊
Also looking for the frittata recipe
where is the frittata recipe for paid subs?
I'm looking for the frittata recipe as well. I subscribed back in September but am not receiving the paid content regularly. Very weird!
I'm also looking for the frittata recipe and I'm a paid sub. Has anyone received it?
I also did not receive the recipe for the frittata and have recently been having issues receiving my content.
where is the frittata recipe! SOS
I too love the challenge of restrictions when cooking. For a kayak / tenting trip years ago in BC's Gulf Islands each one in our group was tagged with providing one of the 8 meals with primitive kitchen setup. My slot was lunch on the third and last day. With no refrigeration or campfire I thought a Greek lunch would work and it did. Pita bread travels well, as does a tin of hummus (brightened with a fresh lemon and a tiny vial of olive oil) olives, a some dolmades, a red onion, green pepper and cucumber (for a salad), oregano and the surprise. Did you know that not quite ripe Roma tomatoes carried in a paper bag in the bow of the kayak for three days will ripen to perfection. It was delicious. Sadly no ouzo.