Last week, we went camping for the first time ever as a couple. I love camping. I think it’s awesome to sit around a campfire, drinking billy tea, toasting marshmallows, drinking more billy tea. It takes about fifteen minutes to half an hour to make billy tea; a smidge longer than the five minutes it takes to make tea at home. Everything takes longer when you’re camping, but in a good way.
I spent so much time out in the bush thinking about food. I love camping food. It’s so much better than normal everyday food. I even like cooking out in the bush, which might have something to do with the fact that it’s pretty darn easy to wrap food in foil and chuck it in the hot coals of the fire while you have yourself another billy tea.
Seriously, we had roast chicken and vegies cooked in foil on the fire. And then we had a breakfast of potato gems, sausages, eggs and cheese cooked the same way the next morning. It was pretty good, except I left them on the fire slightly too long, and the sausages got a small amount (actually quite a bit) of charcoal on them.
We were sitting there next to the fire eating our breakfast and a kookaburra showed up, so I was telling Boyfriend how kookaburras love sausages (I don’t know why, I just know that they do). We named him Gus, because I name just about everything. Anyhoo, we’re sitting there eating our breakfast, laughing at Gus and Boris (I named all of the currawongs Boris) because Boris was trying to get Gus to go away and Gus was ignoring Boris because he was watching us eat our brekky. And then Boyfriend threw the burnt half of one of his sausages on the fire, because that’s how you get rid of food scraps when you’re camping, and next thing you know, there’s an almighty explosion of ash in the campfire because Gus “The Guts” flew INTO THE FIRE to retrieve a burnt half of a sausage. He singed his little fuzzy feathers and everything. And that is how much kookaburras love sausages.
Anyhoo, we had an awesome time camping, and can’t wait for our next adventure. We think next time we’ll head up to Barrington Tops, where we’ll get fat on billy tea and scones.