Free one-pan Recipes for Camp!

dr_mcgarry

Recipes for Camping

Your "tasty one-pan wilderness chow" will leave friends wondering when you snuck off to Paris for cooking class.

Pack some olive oil, salt, pepper, and herbs, in plastic film containers. Use packets of jam, mayo, sugar, and peanut butter.
Carry pasta, rice, and granola as stand-bys. Pick-up day ready-made salad for greens.

Don’t just feed to entertain the pallet, dazzle your fellow travelers
with your newfound art. This isn't bicycle boot camp. This is bicycle touring with recipes for camping! Yes you can have a clambake with capers.

Cook your food “el donte” to avoid any beasts growling in your tummy during the night. A glass of merlot before bedtime will keep you absorbed in sleep to the unfamiliar sounds of the woods.

Paul

No dice, mate. Tried this last summer vacation. Came back from a moonlight dip in the lake to see a wombat shuffling off with our bag of peanut butter. Couldn't sleep much that night because the possums snaffled the bag of pasta which we'd stashed in the tree, and they muched loudly all night in between dropping some of their stolen goods on our tent, just as a thankyou gesture.
The next day, on returning from our trail ride, we found that the ants had carried off most of the sugar, and the wasps were having a picnic with the jam. Being the intrepid cyclists that we are, however, we endeavoured to carry on and not let these little mishaps spoil our fun. So we stayed in camp next day, serviced our bikes,etc. ready for tomorrow's trail ride. Which went well until we got lost, and arrived back in the dark to find a host of koalas scoffing the granola and muesli. Shooed them off and collapsed into our sleeping bags. Woke late to find the sun beaming down on an echidna which was ignoring the ants and picking up our rice instead. And some kangaroos making a feast of our greens. I must have lost control here, for I grabbed the nearest implement and hurled it in their general direction. There went our bottle of Cabernet Merlot, 2002 vintage, and a few choice words. The mob scattered into the 'woods', but the last one stopped, picked up the bottle and stuffed it into his pouch. Last seen heading towards the billabong, no doubt to quaff with his mates. We packed it in then, struggled back to town tired and hungry. All your fault, too. This time were doing the cafe crawl, and staying in motels, thankyou. :-)