The first thing my son and I do on a camping trip isn't pitch the tent. It's get a fire going, set up the cooking station, and make kielbasa, onions, and pierogies in a beat-up steel pan that sits right down in the coals — store-bought, all of it, kept in its own cooler so it's the first thing out of the car. We cook, we eat, and then we set up camp. Didn't matter what time we arrived. That was the ritual.
My son came up through scouting, became an Eagle Scout, and went on to hike sections of the Appalachian Trail; the rest of my kids grew up around campfires too. As a Cubmaster and then an Assistant Scoutmaster, I spent years teaching young scouts how to cook, set up camp, and find their way around. Our motto was "if it ain't raining, we ain't camping" — because it always seemed to be.
This book is that same been-there approach, pointed at a griddle: less worrying about the meal, more time around it.