I was fortunate to have a dad who had been a timber cruiser in his younger days, and a mom who was all in favor of having me "assist" in the kitchen when I was old enough. Sunday mornings were my dad's time. He made the pancakes, bacon, scrambled the eggs. Mom was a roast beef, chicken, baked potatoe and salad person. I went off to summer camp (non Scout) once with my number one cousin, and was astounded at his lack of eating variety. He darn near starved to death those weeks,,,,
My Troop was an outdoor Troop first and last. We were fortunate to have some families with wooded proper