Yesterday, Nathan planned that he would burn the brush/junk wood pile in the evening. The conditions were perfect: no wind, recent rain, gorgeous day.
So, in thinking ahead, he came home from town with--
A grocery bag full of Edible Food-like Substances.
Seriously, this is why I can't do a real-food blog-- sometimes we indulge in fake food.
And we like it.
Cuz it's fun.
Ack! No! Don't look at the ingredients!
Get real! What is UP with that? Bread should be: flour, water, yeast, salt, honey. I don't know about you, but I haven't been able to find a store that sells stearoyl lactylate and calcium propionate for my bread anywhere!
And is it strange to you that a bag of puffed GMO corn byproducts--
...costs more than fake rubber imitation meat?
And to make matters worse: cheap beer.
(Here endeth the Fake Food Rant.)
A proper campfire feast!
What else could we possibly need?
Wildman Daddy sharpened his knife to cut us some good roasting sticks...
...and built up a good fire...
...while the chickens and ducks worked hard at undoing all the new mulch I so laboriously laid on my rasberries.
We had to wait a while for the fire to have some good coals, as well as to make sure that we any wood with paint or other such ickies had burned up.
Jonah had trouble with this.
He was hungry.
But he made it to the good part and had lots of fun roasting his supper on a stick.
And even more fun devouring it (that is, after loosing one to the hungry, pregnant cat...).
After hot dogs came s'mores, of course.
And I just couldn't get enough. No, not s'mores. One'll do me, thanks. Maybe not even that much. I mean the DAY. I absolutely loved sitting there, outside, in the fresh air-- birds singing, frogs chirping (coulda done without the mosquitos buzzing, thanks so much)... gorgeous sunset, stars, warm fire... with my sweet little family.