Yesterday I got round to making my firebox stove out of an old pastry tin my wife had squirrelled away for me. I drilled a bunch of holes in it and did the first burn-in. Like a tard, I stoked it right beside the garden shed but it was no problem, the can contained the little blaze nicely.
The wife also got me a mini-grille thing, and I gave that a go. I threw the new camp cup on the blaze and got the water going.
Isn’t that slick? I threw in a bullion cube and I just laughed - the wife has a patch of green onions going and she used a set of scissors to cut some into cup. HAR HAR HAR! It was actually pretty good...
The neighbours must thunk I’d lost my marbles (again)...but it makes for cheap entertainment. I also got to use my brand new Estwing hatchet. I burned about 3/8 of a small log to make the soup, and it took about 20 min to boil. I could have probably sped that up with a more intense burn but I was in no rush.
As always, simple minds are easily amused... 😊👍
With my Sleazy-Bake Oven, I’m gonna make little cookies, cupcakes n’ sammiches for the other tards, HAR HAR HAR!