We've been camping for the last four years for our Thanksgiving holiday, using a long spit to cook our turkey as well as the turkey of our camping buddies. And though we had electricity to turn the spit and were hooked up to water so our battery powered pump didn't have to suck it out of our water tank, we had it pretty good. But I've said this many times that the Middle Ages was a lot like perpetual camping.
We chose to sit around a campfire and do the majority of our cooking that way, but medieval people didn't. That was the only way to cook and warm the home. (Okay, we have to make this post relevant to the Middle Ages. Just hang in there). So the moment you got up in the morning to when you carefully banked the coals at night, your main job was to keep that fire going. Not that you couldn't get it lit again, but why go through the hassle. And besides, you were going to be using that fire a lot.
But think about it. The two things you had to do the most was collect or buy fuel for the fire and keep it lit, and carry water. All day you are subjected to hearthfires, so your clothes, hair, skin, everything is smokey. And how about your lungs? Inhaling smoke all day isn't the best for you. They still have these health problems in third world countries today.
We are fortunate--and thankful--that we can get away from that fire should we choose. The Westersons get about in a 1967 Terry Trailer, whose interior we are slowly rehabilitating/remodeling. It came to us way back in 1995 from my sister-in-law's family, where she used to take trips in it all through her childhood and into the teen years. So we sort of kept it in the family.
Here are some highlights:
Last year's pic of the old Jeep and Trailer.
My favorite little percolator inside my delapidated kitchen. I love to boil coffee till it's thick and screams fo mercy! The stove and fridge were in the latest turquoise color for 1967. Even tile backsplash (falling off) Groovy.