In the course of RVing...

After a 350 mile day driving down the coast on Hwy 1 into a 25-35mph headwind with record rains from a left over typhoon we pulled into a campground which was only slightly awash. A throw away poncho was of little help hooking up the water, power and cable but all was worth it after I got inside and dried off. The wind was still howling but the aroma of a big pan of lasagna with garlic bread and a good red wine meant all was right with the world. Then sit back and watch Sunday night football and go to sleep to the sound of the rain pounding down. Even bad weather is better in the rig.

For me it's a plate of baby backs, with cheesy potatoes my grandma taught me to make, and a pan of my smoked baked beans. Paired with an IPA (I saw someone reference Great Lakes brewing...commodore perry would be a favorite) or a stout depending on the season.

New potatoes and creamed peas fresh from the garden, homegrown fried "spring chicken", fresh homemade buns, a big glass pitcher of ice tea, cherry pie - all made by Mom!

Whenever I boondock at the lake, I get up at the crack of dawn and fix me one of my favorite ethnic breakfast, enchiladas and eggs and coffee:



Sometimes, I look out one window and watch the birds and the water, and sometimes I look out another window and see this:

bukhrn wrote:

Cloud Dancer wrote:
An excellent meal is:

A small loaf of the best bread you know.
Some lobster bisque from Costco's.
Two lobster tails from the fish market.
A bottle of Beringers White Zinfindel.

Of the ones posted so far,This might get my vote, except for your place to get the Bisque, I mean Costco's, really? :h
Perhaps you're right, I may have to allow myself to be surprised, but I find it hard to believe that it'll be better than the bisque anywhere in Bar Harbor.

If your bumper happens to be hanging over cold tidal water, that might (note he says might) be true, but I did live most of my life on the upper east coast and Kickland Lobster Bisque is about as good as I have had - ever (with the possible exception of what my own mother would make when my father had put the pots (bug traps) up). Try and be ready. It isn't cheap, but you won't regret it.

Matt - a refugee from the east coast megopolis

Years ago friends asked us to go camping, we had no gear so we threw what we could in the van and went. For the first meal we wrapped potatoes and corn on the cob and tossed them in the coals while we caught/ cleaned a mess of trout. We wrapped those too and it all came together perfect. Good food, good friends and the perfect start to a life camping together.

The other meal that stands out is equally as boring. I had started the fire on a freezing night while Honey finished up squash chili and brought it to me on a tin plate. That hot plate felt wonderful as we soaked up the silence between the popping and hissing of the fire. I thought to myself this is camping. This is why we go through the hassle and spend the money to be here and do this.

JiminDenver wrote:
Years ago friends asked us to go camping, we had no gear so we threw what we could in the van and went. For the first meal we wrapped potatoes and corn on the cob and tossed them in the coals while we caught/ cleaned a mess of trout. We wrapped those too and it all came together perfect. Good food, good friends and the perfect start to a life camping together.

The other meal that stands out is equally as boring. I had started the fire on a freezing night while Honey finished up squash chili and brought it to me on a tin plate. That hot plate felt wonderful as we soaked up the silence between the popping and hissing of the fire. I thought to myself this is camping. This is why we go through the hassle and spend the money to be here and do this.

Great stories, great memories!