Funny you mention that, once upon a time many years ago our church went on a camping trip over the long holiday weekend. I was a young, very broke new father. They all had fancy campers and Fith wheels etc. I just threw a bag on the ground had a small campfire and called it good. In morning I was preparing to cook some breakfast in my trusty cast iron skillet and the associate pastor walked up just as I spit in the skillet to check how hot it was. I never lived that down as he spread that story all over camp. On bright side I did not have any dinner time guests all weekend!