As I mentioned on Friday, this weekend was my family’s annual camping trip. While we do camp in tents, I wouldn’t exactly call it “roughing it.” We camp at my parents’ place called “Sweetwater,” which is near Torreya State Park in the Panhandle. Also known as the “Garden of Eden,” it’s a simply gorgeous place that resembles no where else in the beautiful state of Florida. You can camp (with tents or campers/RVs) at the Park itself, if you’re interested in visiting yourself! I wish I had more pictures of the scenery, but I’ll leave that for another day. It will give me an excuse to go back! In the mean time, here are a few snapshots of the good time that was had by all.
Hors d’oeuvres included fried backstrap (venison) and fried salt pork, cooked up by my uncle Mike, the fry master.
Not a particularly attractive picture, but it’s the only one I’m in (since I was behind the camera
the entire some of the time). I was trying to get a decent picture of the Husband and myself, but my mom and cousin Rob decided to pop in. If you know my mother, you know she cannot resist a photog opportunity. Also note the Husband’s and my adorable matching Barbour jackets. We’re so cute.
PSA: The person formerly known as “The Husband,” has requested to be called by his God-given name. As an indulgence to him, I’ll begin calling him Wheat. Yes, like the bread.
The supper spread consisted of smoked chicken and pork, brown rice, broccoli salad, dilled broccoli & cauliflower salad (that I brought – perhaps a recipe post later?), cole slaw, marinated bean salad, peas, greens, cornbread, buttered rice, sweet potatoes, sweet potato casserole, and forgive me if I missed anything else. It was more than you could fit on one plate. Difficult decisions were made.
A view from the other side – my broccoli cauliflower salad ended up being very visible – unintentional, but now you can see what it looked like. It’s one of the Husband’s/Wheat’s favorites.
Picnic table/dessert table. Once again, my pound cake makes an appearance. I seriously make it all the time. Also involved was a chocolate “little layer” cake (I’ll do a post on these after the bar – they’re my favorite), cast iron skillet apple pie, as well as brownies. My father insists that there is no better combination than brownies and beer. While I beg to differ, brownies are pretty tasty. And if you haven’t noticed, just about everybody who went camping also thinks the latter is pretty swell.
A lot of sitting and standing around the not one, but two campfires was done. For those of you north of the Mason-Dixon, it was only in the mid-forties, temperature wise. Two fires were so necessary.
This is the only decent picture I got from the marshmallow fight. Yes, you read that correctly. This annual camping trip has been going on longer than I remember. No one remembers exactly how this tradition got started, but it is one that everyone looks forward to either participating in/dodging as best as possible. And if you think a marshmallow fight sounds lame, I encourage you to go to Walmart, purchase a bag of the extra-enormous jet puffed marshmallows the size of a baseball, and have a friend (preferably one who pitched for their high school baseball team) hurl them at your face. It can be extremely
unpleasant fun, and the competition gets pretty fierce, as evidenced by the picture above. 30 year old boys v. high school boys. I will add that I did not have many pictures of this year’s event due to my own hearty participation. I also couldn’t lift my right arm for a solid two days afterwards. I’ll try to throw less, photograph more next year. Maybe.
As usual, the trip ended the next morning with a hearty breakfast cooked by my dad, and this year, he had help from our friend Sheree. The menu consisted of LOTS of bacon, eggs fried in bacon grease, scrambled eggs, deer sausage, grits, pancakes & karo syrup, leftover apple pie, and Crystal hot sauce – the sauce that goes on just about everything. At least, everything that I eat.
That’s all, folks!