Last night the weather sucked again. After the siding blew off the house, the power went out in one of the smaller towns nearby because a grain bin blew into the power lines. The wind was clocked at 75 mph. Hubster came in to town to go to a dutch oven cooking class with me and almost had to turn around and head back. He had to stop in the middle of the highway because he couldn’t see where the road was. Eventually someone else came along and they finished the journey together. He brought my stuff in case we had to stay the night – and we did.
The cooking class was a blast. We broke into a few small groups and each group made something different in their dutch oven. Hubster and I were paired with a junior high science teacher named Steve and his wife Donna. We made chicken enchiladas and they were freakin’ amazing. The other dishes were strombolli, black forest cobbler, caramel cinnamon rolls, steamed veggies with cheese, sausage and egg breakfast souffle and mixed berry crisp. We cooked everything in the high school shop with coals that were heated up in a little chimney thing. Then we ate it all. Absolutely everything was delicious, but the enchiladas kicked the most ass. We even got a little cookbook with all the recipes (plus more) in it.
Our little dutch oven is 10 inches, but since most recipes are for a 12-incher we might pick up another one. It will be nice to surprise Ladonna and Ryan on our next camping trip with our new cooking skills. Last year we showed up with a box of poptarts as they were cooking a three-course meal on the fire.
enchiladas:

breakfast souffle:

veggies:

dutch ovens doing their thing:
