Had an interesting moment at a camp-o-ree event recently. It was the first multi-troop, scheduled event camping for almost all the guys in the troop. The guys are still working on developing their cooking skills, so the experienced guys told the young guns to think about quick meals so they aren't late for flag ceremonies, activities, etc.

I liked the advice, but admittedly should have paid more attention to the menu, or lack of a menu, they planned for themselves. Long story short, dinner on Saturday wound up being hot dogs and chips. Lesson learned. At this point, an SM from another troop comes by and asks what we are doing for dinner. I actually felt kind of bad when I said the guys were cooking hot dogs for themselves. That's because I kind of got a condescending tone from this guy as he talked about the beef, potatoes and other things his boys would be eating.

I felt a little better when, as my guys were cleaning up after their frankfurter feast, I hear this guy from his troop's area yell "Hey guys, get your plates! Dinner is ready". I felt even better the next morning when the young guys in the troop were making their bacon and eggs while Mr. Beef & Potatoes had the boys in his troop lined up with plates as he is making pancakes.