I've been thinking about camping a lot lately. One of the reasons I've been thinking about camping a lot lately is that it's more fun than thinking about cleaning pee off the floor. We have just completed our three day family festival of all things execratory, Happy Underpants Days! Some people call it potty training. With the big brother it was called Pee Pee Summer Camp and it took place almost entirely in the backyard in August. That was better. This time around there has been a lot of pee on the wood floors. (All rugs were removed in preparation last Thursday night.)
On Sunday morning, day 3 of Happy Underpants Days!, I decided that a powerful breakfast was in order to get us through our last day. I made hash - the sort that my dad used to make in the giant cast iron skillet over an open fire outside of the VW camper van somewhere in rural Oregon or coastal California on bundled up mornings when all that fresh air and running around made everything delicious, even canned corned beef.
Mine didn't have that. It had little cubes of soft sweet potato, and tempeh, and onions, and kale.