Since sadly camp is over and I’m back in the world of instant gratification via ever-present technology (talk about culture
shock), I thought that I ought to write a blog about my culinary experiences at camp. Now, when most people here the phrase “camp food” nearly everyone thinks of stuff deep fried, greasy and just oozing heart attack with ice cream on top. At my camp at least,
that is not the case.
CAMP FOOD = GOOD FOOD
Every day for the last three and a half weeks, the bell that signals the best part of the day clangs into action at 6:30 pm
and my friends and I would charge up the mountain to our dining hall, known to us as “the Cobb,” to await our dinner. We’d crash into the dining room, hurry to our seats, rush through Grace, and plop down at our seats, staring at the kitchen with hungry eyes
bigger than a bear after winter. When the food hits the table, the rioting begins.
It’s less of a mad rush at breakfast, but still, it’s a mad rush. Last week, I sat down to a breakfast of waffles, eggs, some
exotic melon I can’t remember and bacon. You heard me right. BACON. Later that day, I mad dashed up to lunch to find we were having crispitos, the most amazing American Mexican creation EVER! It’s like a burrito except thinner and longer with refried beans,
cheese, and chicken in it. I’m proud to say, thanks to the fact that my cabin while being at the end of the line and soooooo far from everything is the closest to the Cobb, I got there early and successfully downed four. And a honey sandwich. And a Klondike
Dinner was most definitely the best part of the day for us girls. We expect good food and most of the time, the kitchen staff
delivers. An example of dinner one night was chicken chunks in orangey mango pepper chutney with steamed rice and beans, and maple glazed carrots on the side. If you’re a vegetarian, they had zucchini with a tomato and olive sauce. Dessert was a moist white
cake with a fudgy frosting.
Not your average chicken fingers, huh?
I didn’t think so.
I’m going to go on here and name a few of my favorite dishes: exploding chicken, pepper corn pork, Chinese stir fry, and most
of all: Banquet food.
Banquet is the second to last night of camp. The kitchen staff goes all out for Banquet and makes us Thanksgiving dinner. I’m
talking juicy turkey, buttery mashed potatoes, yummy stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans and warm rolls. I’m sitting here four days later drooling on my keyboard just remembering it. Next to my dad’s Monster Bird he makes every November, it’s the best turkey
I’ve had. To finish the evening, there’s tiramisu for dessert. As a great lover of that fine dessert, it was heaven on earth for the thirty seconds it took me to inhale it.
So, I’m not sure if I have to reiterate my opening statement or not but, camp food is good food. Many people believe otherwise,
but now you have my first-hand experience telling you they’re wrong. And I know, because sometimes I bother to read the New York Times (the Post rules!), that it’s not just my camp. Lots of other camps in Maine and beyond have been creating and serving more
gourmet and healthy meals to their campers. It’s better for us and it’s better for them. It also helps expand other kids’ culinary palates. They branch out, we’re hungry enough that we eat it, we enjoy it. I now have a love of Moroccan chicken and Santa Claus
melon (separately of course). And I’m sure other girls at my camp do too. Though I won’t miss it, my dad would be thoroughly offended if I did, I still enjoy it and always look forward to meal times when I’m in Maine.
Camp food = good food.