Girl Scouts - 100 Years of Camp Food

| 3/12/2012 8:04:00 AM

Tags: Girl Scouts, Campfire, S'mores, Food, Janann Giles,

Janann headshotI’m a “take it or leave it” camper, with an emphasis on the leave it, but since I’ve been involved with Girl Scouts on and off since the mid-80s, I have spent a good deal of time inside tents (family size, backpacking, platform), cabins, screened porches and I’m sure other structures I can’t easily remember.  

I’ve enjoyed my time tramping through the woods avoiding poison ivy, canoeing, generally doing lots of outdoor crafts and, of course, eating and cooking food, but if I wasn't with the Girl Scouts I wouldn't be there at all. With such an ambivalent attitude to camping you’d think I would be the one jumping on the gourmet camping bandwagon; making food less outdoorsy, more homelike. Not so. I actually have a more backpacking mentality when it comes to group food; less is better. Unfortunately, most other leaders have a different concept of food in the woods.

Camp BoxMy life with Girl Scouts began about the time elaborate wooden camp boxes were on the way out. I saw a few with neatly labeled shelves for the supplies. Sure, the boxes were organized but they were heavy. Through the years, most leaders have turned to plastic totes for carrying the supplies into camp. As a "less is more" fan, this works for me.

Granted, I can understand the pride a Brownie has cooking her own breakfast on the top of a #10 can. As the adult who rounded up the cans, punched the holes for ventilation and made sure there were enough tuna or cat food cans to put the fuel in, I can honestly say “once was enough.”

Food, like most activities in Girl Scouts, is about progression. Take Silver Turtles, a campfire staple. As a leader, what I remember is that if the leaders had already sliced up the potatoes and gotten the meat into a reasonable portion size, a Brownie could quickly pile on the chosen ingredients before an adult made sure the sides were folded tight. Then another adult placed the aluminum packet on the coals and removed it when done. In their minds, the girls had cooked the entire meal. They were happy and proud campfire cooks. It got easier as the girls got older and could do their own peeling, slicing and cutting. They also got more creative with their foil wrapping. Swans would paddle onto the fire. Fish shapes swam into the heat. Perhaps a triangle or trapezoid would identify whose food it was.

Cast Iron SkilletsIf it was left up to me, we would have arrived with a large cast iron skillet, and every meal would have been cooked in that one pan – with the exception of dessert, which would be a 3-ingredient cobbler in a cast iron Dutch oven. Yes, there would be s’mores, but technically s’mores aren’t dessert. S’mores are a neccesity, every night.

nebraska dave
3/20/2012 8:09:58 PM

Yep, and I bet they were playing "The Beach Boys" on the radio too. Ah, sweet memories.

janann giles
3/20/2012 1:46:48 PM

Muscle cars - sounds like my husband. We have noted, at least around here, if you see an antique or a muscle car invariably what is inside is one or possible 2 men and they are both grinning from ear to ear - even if the outside temperature is above 90 and there's no a/c in the car.

janann giles
3/20/2012 1:45:04 PM

It had to be an overenthusiastic camp counselor who came up with the name silver turtles. Hash would work just as well. Whatever you call them they seem to be loved by campers wherever they live. Thanks for the comment. I enjoy hearing how life is lived outside my area.

nebraska dave
3/13/2012 2:43:47 PM

Janann, even though I haven't really camped a lot through out my lifetime, I still have great memories from the times that I have. Even now that I'm well into the seventh decade of life (60s), I enjoy my once a year camping trip to Northern Nevada to go lake trout fishing with friends. It's been a learning process to camp in 20 degree weather. To me there's nothing like a fresh trout dinner by the lake. I wasn't so much involved with scouting. I was in cub and boy scouts for a time but it just wasn't too interesting in my area so I moved on into other things like muscle cars and gardening. Doesn't really go together does it. My farming heritage just kept popping up all during my life. This season of life I actually get to let that DNA go wild. It's kind of fun actually. Have a great camping memory day.

charles mallory
3/13/2012 2:41:56 AM

That's funny, because when I was a Boy Scout, we didn't call them "silver turtles." We called them HASH and it was ground beef and chunked potatoes in aluminum foil, and thrown on the embers. Of course, when you're in the woods, swimming in the creek, trying to make trail marks, looking for wild animals, and in general running around all day, then "Hash" seemed like a really delicious dinner.

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