But I’ve lived in a pup tent, can easily start a fire and make a mean s’more- (cultural translation here ) Or cassoulet.įor years, I have been referring to My Camont as Camp France, a sort of license to have fun in a somewhat unrealistic setting (silly big barge, small rowboat, princess tower house, big kitchen… in France.) As the cooking classes and gastronomic tours became the ‘day job’, Camp France needed to get a breath of fresh November air and breathe it did indeed this weekend!Ĭamp Cassoulet. My ideas of it are all screwed up with Disney movies and girl scout meetings. So now and again that childhood desire arises and I create the ephemeral camp of my dreams.
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