I woke up this morning thinking about bacon…..and salivating. The only time my man and I cook bacon is when we are camping…unless we have a really good year in the garden, but more on that in another post!
If you have ever spent the night in a campground, you know that the smell of bacon drifts through the park from sun up until about noon. It drapes itself over the cool morning breeze like a wonderful fuzzy blanket. The TSC members are usually gathered together mid-morning to share coffee and some early morning conversation about the wonderful time we had the evening prior. There is some discussion of hangovers and the need for asprin, or a bloody mary if hair of the dog is needed. The member who is cooking brunch begins to fry the delightful treat and we add our own glorious aroma to the already blanketed campground.
Accompaniments to bacon do matter to our group, even though this delicacy can certainly stand alone. One fine, cool morning last fall, we had fresh pears covered with crumbled bran muffins, butter and cinnamon. They were wrapped in foil and cooked directly over the fire. Add a little fresh goat cheese and some crisp bacon and as we say “that’s got good all over it!” It was honestly one of the best breakfasts I have ever had.
So, it really isn’t unusual for me to wake up at home thinking of bacon. It is probably that I’m just ready for the next trip so I can be covered in the warm blanket of bacon.
So, it’s the middle of the day at the campground. Others are off reading, walking, kayaking or napping. We’ve had our gourmet brunch and the kitchen is temporarily closed. It’s time to paint! Out in the open, and directly responding to nature – ahhhh…. plein air using water soluble oils.
I look across the textured lake at a patch of sunlight deep in the line of trees. A kayaker slowly pauses at the shoreline and then meanders on. I am there and feeling the unusually cool breeze for early June. It’s magical and I’d love to capture that in a small painting…
I don’t think there is a soul who doesn’t like to eat….not anyone I have met anyway. Food brings us together…it unites us, and even becomes something a bit primeval. If you add a campfire, a few cocktails, and some great stories; the ceremony of eating together as a group becomes something really special.
We started the Traveling Supper Club about a year ago. A couple of friends had recently retired and bought a camper, although they were seasoned campers from years traveling with their kids. My man and I have been roaming the roads for about two years in our little 17-footer, so we all decided to gather together on our adventures. Let’s just say that after many laughs, incredible meals and various others joining us to become members of the TSC, we all agree that the adventure is just beginning.
So when we hit the road from now on, we plan to share our recipes, some bird watching notes, photos, art we have created; share all of our adventures with the hopes of encouraging others to “take their friendship on the road.” It will keep you young, happy….and well fed!
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