This week’s late FBF post is sponsored by Mother Nature, specifically RAIN.
Last Friday Dave dug a trench to divert the rain around our tent and our picnic table while the boys and I ate bowls of Honey Bunches of Oats. We camped for 10 days, and I have to say, Dave was the real star of the camping breakfast scene. There is just something about camping that makes me not want to make breakfast. Dinner, I can sometimes handle, and I did make these pulled pork tacos the first night. This was easy because I had made the pulled pork and the pickled onions at home the night before. I was so hungry by the time we ate that everyone is just lucky to still be alive, and yet I paused a moment for this photo before digging in.
For breakfast, I packed oats, yogurt, hard boiled eggs, cereal, milk, pancake mix, bagels and cream cheese. I was more than happy to put milk and oats together the night before and eat them cold for breakfast because I was too hungry to heat them up and too lazy to want to wash extra dishes. Others found this to be gross. But one night I did plan ahead and cook all the bacon, and Dave cooked eggs and made breakfast sandwiches. (Bagel, cheese, egg, bacon.) Those were a huge hit and our go-to breakfast for the rest of the trip. Dave also made pancakes one morning, and after everyone had had one, I offered to make the rest while Dave ate. Of course I had to fancy it up by adding some oats and sliced almonds but then Dave started to micromanage by telling me, “Make sure to wait until it’s all the way cooked before you flip it.” To which I said, “Um, no duh, I know how to make pancakes.” And then I flipped it too soon and it was a huge disaster. I had to then make this redemption pancake that no one even wanted.
It was so pretty. I ate it for lunch. I’ll have another camping breakfast for you next week because we camped last night too.