When I was young, I remember my mom doing all kinds of cool things. Things that other moms just didn't do. She even showered in the rain once (with her clothes on). From her I learned the great lesson, to not be afraid to try anything. This year I am going to go to girls camp, for the first time in ages. Well at least 16 years. I always loved girls camp and have the excitement of a child looking forward to it. I was thinking this week of the things my mother did with us for girls camp. Bringing back memories of her as a leader wearing a double brimmed baseball cap with the lettering "I'm their leader, which way did they go?" on it. Much to my complete embarrassment then and a sweet and joyful memory now. My mother was something of an army Sargent, but a sargent with the biggest heart and open love for others. She was strict and loud and bossy, and patient, and gentle spoken, and open minded. She was often the person you needed her to be at the time, even when you didn't know that's what you needed.
Anyway, I decided to bring back one of those memories and share it with my girls. Morgan and I built a fire, and took a cardboard box, aluminum foil, and duct tape and made a reflector oven. Morgan threw together a muffin mix and we baked muffins in a cardboard box. Even my 15 year old was impressed, and, as you can see by the blueberry mush on Kaylyn's forehead that she enjoyed them too!
At one point we did turn the pan 180 degrees.
A muffin broken open to show it is baked through.