Originally Posted by
cudarunner
Give that Lad an Atta Boy for me! :tu
I learned to cook when I was in Boy Scouts. My patrol leader was Carl McLaren and he liked to eat! While the other patrols were eating bologna sandwiches, we were having a pot roast baked in the ground in a cast aluminum dutch oven. The adults didn't cook, they ate with the patrols and they had to draw straws to see who got to eat with us!
Carl is my oldest and best friend and he still likes to eat. When he and his fiance were up from California I fixed the entire meal in my cast iron outside using charcoal.(I didn't think that my landlord would appreciate me digging a hole and starting a fire in my backyard) Anyway, his wife was amazed at what I had prepared.
Many years ago, my kids and the then wife were on vacation and it was my birthday and I was baking a cake in the cast iron dutch using the coals and my kids were playing with some campers kids so I called them over and the mother came along. I told them that it was my birthday and that you couldn't have a birthday without a cake. So I carefully lifted the lid and they oh and awed and I told them that there would be enough to share. The mother stood there for a long time saying "I can't believe you cooked it in a pot"---------------------------I told her it wasn't just a 'Pot' it was a dutch over.
I really don't think she could get her head around it.:rofl2::shrug:
