Great topic.
Growing up my Mom was a very simple cook, was always good but my memories of my Mother were not of her cooks. We spent almost every weekend at the beach cabin, camping, both in the summer and in the winter up in the Sierras. My dad always made breakfast, sausage, bacon & fried potatoes and eggs. Depending on where we were, he would use a Coleman white gas stove or a fire pit. They were good, very good, in fact I often can smell the potatoes and meat still, yum. My Grandpa could barbecue a Florsheim wing tip shoe and make it fantastic. That starts my foray into bbq. I am pretty limited in what I am capable of cooking, Gwen excels at fish, vegetable dishes, soups etc. Neither of us can bake unless we have a box of.....look at ways to “hack†it and go. We ALWAYS had to do the dishes, we never used paper anything. My Grandpa (Opa) to me one time said ( when someone brought us something to try on a paper plate) I ain’t eating anything off a paper plate. If I wanted to taste paper I would rather try a newspaper or Sears catalog. That has always stuck with me. In fact, at our house we don’t even have a dishwasher, not in this house and the 2 prior houses.
The process is, plan the mess, make the mess, eat the mess & clean the mess.
Thanks for reminding us about Memory Lane.