I’m a lot about the process. Camping memories flow from the jet-like roar of the SVEA camp stove from my backpacking days. Later, the squeak-squeak of priming a Coleman gas stove or lantern means camping. Along similar lines, the smell of cooking bacon adds to my experience. I’ve already cut out the SVEA and Coleman gas experience; present me with a plate of nuked bacon, or nuked corn on the cob and you’ve just cut out the last half the experience to me. Too sterile.
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