Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, August 22, 2013 at 09:19 AM.

It was a blast…

The other two dads broke out their cooking stuff and I kind of sat and watched.  The pea gravel tent site was clean and there were quite a few other folks there camping to talk to and watch.  We all agreed the community camaraderie of folks camping is second to none.

One of the fathers is a colonel in the army, and the other is a headhunter that helps folks find jobs.  These are the kind of folks you want to go camping with – I felt safe even though I had forgotten to bring my pocket knife.

While cooking the hamburgers, the colonel broke out his cast iron Dutch Oven which I made sure was made in South Pittsburg, Tennessee.  I’m a “cast iron snob” and if it wasn’t made by Lodge in South Pittsburg, the food cooked in it, just isn’t as good.

While managing the burgers and hot dogs, the colonel started pouring blueberry pie filling into the Dutch Oven.  He then mixed up a batch of white cake mix and Sprite and poured over the blueberry pie filling.  This was his first time to attempt this blueberry cobblerish thing on a camping trip, but it looked like it was going to work to me.

Being a math guy, I contributed by counting the number of charcoal briquettes put on top of the Dutch Oven.  This is necessary of course to make sure you are getting heat from the top and bottom of the cast iron Dutch Oven.  We discussed this while the colonel cooked.

The meal was wonderful, the blueberry concoction was delicious and the conversation was priceless.  Three 15 year-old boys and their dads were living the good life, camping at a state park.

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