Here I am way back around '66 in my brand new unsullied Boy Scout uniform cooking up some breakfast, Wonder Bread, eggs, and a jar of Crisco by my side, plate at the ready with smoke in my eyes. There's something great about cooking over a wood fire that brings out the caveman perspective.
I've always loved cooking. Watching my Mom at an early age, I felt a real sense of accomplishment heating up a can of Bean with Bacon soup. You can't just add water, you have to mash it up real good and stir til smooth.
The kid with the hatchet shows the proper uniform with kerchief and Orono Troop 206 badges. I guess I didn't get the memo to dress for breakfast.
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