Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Great Aussie Camp Out and Chiminea Cooking

Saturday was the Great Aussie Camp Out.  A perfect opportunity to dust off the tent we purchased second hand on Ebay months ago. Actually it seemed a little less than perfect, chilly, grey and drizzly, but our big Bowerbird was not deterred.  It was with some relief that we found all the pieces were there, and that the tent is waterproof and can withstand winds - we have discovered (with disastrous results) that these basic features are not a given.
Here she is, pegged out in our yard, hilariously it is meant to accommodate 6 + 2 people, not 8. I think that number of people inside would be seriously squeezy, however our family of 5 should fit cosily. The big Bowerbird and her friend helped put it up, mostly girl power, with a little of dad's input at the end.
 We lit the chiminea for some added camping atmosphere.





 There were wonderfully toasted marshmallows and scone dough cooked on sticks.
  





  

 A few tasty scones cooked old school, in the oven, as well.

 Christine at Slow Living Essentials has been using her Chiminea to cook up all sorts of delicious creations.  It made ours seem positively neglected, so we had a go at making some pizzas.  Rather than find all the proper equipment for cooking in a Chiminea we've gone with the Buy Nothing New spirit of things and used the junk lying around our backyard.


 We found the bottom was cooking a little too quickly so an old shovel helped create an extra heat barrier. After about 8 pizzas (just the pita bread type) we had the technique down pat. They were smoky, crunchy deliciousness, just as a wood fired pizza should be.
 Only the big Bowerbird and her friend camped in the tent, and they actually came inside at 3am as someone's car alarm disturbed their peace. It was still a lovely outdoorsy weekend, "just like a school camp" the middle Bowerbird exclaimed with delight. The smaller Bowerbirds are very keen  busting to have a sleep out in the tent so I may be camping with them sometime soon.

9 comments:

  1. we love yard camping..we are so rural its pretty much just like camping in the bush anyways...great idea with the chiminea,must try that

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    1. so good to get out and properly enjoy the beautiful places we live

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  2. Ahhhh! I love it!! You are so gloriously inspirational...the shovel and the metal doormat..genius!! I bet those pizzas and scone sticks were as smokily delicious as you describe them.

    We have been using ours quite frequently, on the weekend it was pizzas, using two trays to heat buffer, then removing the lower one to crisp up the crust at the end of cooking. Last night it was smoky hamburgers, made all the smokier once the torrential downpour hit and we had to drag the little chimninea under cover! It's all fun cooking with fire, eh? I do believe it tastes a whole lot better too! :)

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    1. ah but you are the inspirational one Christine! Hmmm wonder what else we could cook in there. I do like the smokiness.

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  3. It looks even better than any of the school camps I ever went too! I'd happily camp in your back yard, 'specially with scones and pizza.

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    1. yes camp food was pretty dubious on the camps I went to too.

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  4. Amazing what cooking utensils you can find in your backyard!
    Looks like a lot of fun and no doubt the young bowerbirds will be requesting more of that yummy pizza & scone sticks pretty soon...........

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    1. sometimes my hoarding ways come in handy, plenty of interesting items to choose from in our back yard.

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  5. I loved backyard camping when I was young. I really have to buy a chiminea now. I never realized there was so much you could do with them. Without a stove in my apartment this would be the perfect way to bake!

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