The baked potato soup thread reminded me of this experience.
Back in my misguided youth, I assisted a group of men from my church to prepare a banquet to be held at a large-ish cabin in the woods. To prepare all the beef roasts needed, a large pit was dug (and you can guess you did the digging.
) and a large fire was built in the pit. By the time the fire had dwindled to coals; all the roasts were double-wrapped in foil and secured in a loop of chicken wire. We lowered the meat into the coals and covered them up. When it was time to serve, we pulled the chicken wire out of the pit. Using shovels and gloves we handled the foil-bundled roasts into wheelbarrows to take to the cabin.
Early the next morning, I was to "leave to trace" and clean up the ash and refill the pit. One fellow approached me and said that they were a couple roasts short from the night before, and wondered if I or another boy had taken them home. It didn't take much for me to reckon that the missing roasts had probably slipped out of the chicken wire, and were still sitting somewhere in the pit.
After some careful prodding around, as to not rupture the foil, I found three packages, containing some of the best tasting roast beef I have ever had.
Back in my misguided youth, I assisted a group of men from my church to prepare a banquet to be held at a large-ish cabin in the woods. To prepare all the beef roasts needed, a large pit was dug (and you can guess you did the digging.
) and a large fire was built in the pit. By the time the fire had dwindled to coals; all the roasts were double-wrapped in foil and secured in a loop of chicken wire. We lowered the meat into the coals and covered them up. When it was time to serve, we pulled the chicken wire out of the pit. Using shovels and gloves we handled the foil-bundled roasts into wheelbarrows to take to the cabin.Early the next morning, I was to "leave to trace" and clean up the ash and refill the pit. One fellow approached me and said that they were a couple roasts short from the night before, and wondered if I or another boy had taken them home. It didn't take much for me to reckon that the missing roasts had probably slipped out of the chicken wire, and were still sitting somewhere in the pit.
After some careful prodding around, as to not rupture the foil, I found three packages, containing some of the best tasting roast beef I have ever had.
