Thoughts on the camping kitchen

Cooking in campground - Photo: Still Gravity.
Old pic of C cooking with cast iron in a camp - License our images here.

Recently, we were talking about how our camping kitchen began long ago using cast iron stuff, and how we bought later into the craziness of the latest trend of utensils - call it Teflon, aluminum, titanium... And guess what! After this big detour, we returned to the simple cast iron pots from the beginnings. A full round trip of the camping cookware.

What did we learn from this? 

That cooking pots are just... cooking pots! Their function is cooking. Nothing else. 

Cast-iron has a long history in the human kitchen since some Chinese invented it by the 5th century BC. The pots are heavy, but reliable. And we like better the flavor of the food cooked with cast iron. These utensils are more in tone with the simple and primitive atmosphere of camping. Cast iron wins.

(I always remember a video of the Australian explorer Malcolm Douglas baking bread with steel pots - check it here.)

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