Back when my husband and I used to camp, we had a two burner Coleman stove we used for cooking breakfast. They're a handy thing to have for emergencies...just make sure you have plenty of fuel.
Breezy, we have a friend who has one of those huge skillets. I'm not sure what kind of metal that is. Every year, he and his wife have had a big camp-out/party called Barnstock, on their 180 acres way out in the boonies. They fry turkeys, smoke pork, and everyone brings food. It's a real feast.They even have a hayride and fireworks.
Anyway, he has a circular firepit made of concrete blocks that is huge...big enough for all of us to sit around. Inside the firepit are more concrete blocks supporting a couple of grills.
He has always been the first one up in the morning, stirring up the fire, and starting the coffee in an old blue speckled pot.
After everyone gets to stirring around, he starts cooking the bacon and sausages made from his own hogs, and processed at a little German butcher shop down the road.
While he does that, his wife goes down to the house to make the biscuits and gravy. By the time she gets back, he's ready to put the eggs on...eggs from their own chickens. The eggs are scrambled with chopped onions, peppers and whatever crudites might be left from the night before, in the drippings from the bacon. Just before he takes them off the fire, he adds a big bag of grated cheese and several generous splashes of hot sauce.
The meal is always served with sliced tomatoes, real butter, and homemade jams and jellies. One year, a gal brought wildflower honey from swarm of wild bees that had made a hive on her property. Someone usually brings muffins, pumpkin bread, or the like.
This weekend is the last one. Our friend passed last January, with liver cancer stemming from his exposure to Agent Orange when he was in Viet Nam.
Tonight will be a memorial to him, and several other friends who have passed.
Kim went...I sent homemade apple turnovers with him...I'm not feeling well, so I stayed home.
But I will never forget...