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  •  I learned how to start a fire in Boy Scouts (9+ / 0-)

    And I remember a week-long summer camp where some idiot threw an unopened can of something in the fire. Can of creamed corn or can of pork and beans. Whatever. The guy was an idiot (by which I mean a teenager, which all of us Boy Scouts were).

    So after a couple of minutes, someone said, "That can's gonna explode." So we all backed away from the fire. Partly because we were worried about being hit by metal shrapnel. But we kept our eyes on the can because the idea of watching something explode is cool when you're a teenager. The explosion was rather subdued. Not very exciting to watch. Like a cannon spewing in one direction. Like a stream of vomitous creamed corn (or beans or whatever).

    We told that guy not to throw cans in the fire in the future. He didn't.

    The other thing I remember from that camp was arguing about a word. We were erecting a tent. One of the other Boy Scouts said to me "Make sure the ropes are taunt." I said, "Taut. The lines should be taut. There's no N in that word." He said, "Taunt. I'm an Eagle Scout. I know what I'm talking about. The lines should be taunt." Yes sir, you fucking idiot.

    I don't even want to tell you about the awful pancakes we ate that year. Burned on the outside, liquid batter on the inside.

    "Stupid just can't keep its mouth shut." -- SweetAuntFanny's grandmother.

    by Dbug on Wed Apr 10, 2013 at 12:13:34 AM PDT

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