Stories, recipes for cooking around the campfire. Are you ready for camping?
by John Raven Given coffee, sourdough and beans, the cowboy could survive and work, but for maximum performance there had to be more in his diet. Last month we began telling the story of how the cowboys on the big cattle drives got fed and taken care of on the long trip to the cattle buyers. In […]
by John Raven Given coffee, sourdough and beans, the cowboy could survive and work, but for maximum performance there had to be more in his diet. Texas and cowboys have a place in people’s hearts around the world. Texas is Texas, no other description needed. A cowboy is a man or boy who works with cows
by John Raven, Ph.B. “Learning to cook on an open fire with a Dutch oven is a trial and error business.” Due to many request from my readers, I’m going to tell you what I know about cooking in a Dutch oven. Dutch oven is the term that refers to a cast iron pot with tight
by John Raven Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas with Willie, Waylon and George Every year for the past twenty-seven years around Valentine’s Day there has been an interesting gathering of folks at Luckenbach, Texas, to celebrate The Hug-In. The Hug-In started with about three dozen chili cooks who were getting together to plan the coming year’s chili-cooking
by John Raven, Ph.B. Campfire Cooking at Quihi My buddy Scott has some land near the village of Quihi in the South Texas brush country. Quihi was named after the Caracara, a large bird of South Texas and Mexico. The Caracara is also known as the white-necked Mexican eagle buzzard or Quichie. The Alsatian settlers in
by John Raven, Ph.B. Quhi Redux The weather was favorable. The campers were ready. Time to camp out at my buddy Scott’s place at Quhi, Texas again. Our Camp Quihi is located where the Texas Hill Country makes the transition to the Texas Brush Country. The land is flat and heavy with vegetation. Scott has spent
by John Raven, Ph.B. On what would turn out to be one of the hottest days of the summer this year, I packed the old truck and journeyed south to my friend Scott’s “Camp Quihi”. The camp is a rock fire ring in a sparse stand of oak trees on the land where Scott’s herd