Meet my dad. He’s our camp counselor for adult summer camp at Lake Toxaway, aka Camp Dad. He takes croquet very seriously. He’s won gourmet mustard not once but twice on the croquet court. He’s even got a white belt and matching white shoes for croquet. Don’t mess with the man and his monogrammed mallet.
As you can see, we (his campers) don’t take croquet as seriously. Case in point …
Hey, ‘Puter Hub, take a photo of me while I strut inconspicuously with my croquet mallet and matching white outfit.
Hey, now let’s take a photo of us like gravity doesn’t exist. Just keep holding on, brother.
After croquet, adult camp continued during canteen where we enjoyed our adult camp snack. I took the time to write a letter to my friend about camp.
I’m having a really great time at Camp Dad. I learned about the reproductive system today. Evidently, I am the fastest swimmer out of the pack. I scored two points in croquet without even trying. I enjoyed a delicious Stella Artois and we’re going to boat and play golf next. Russell and Alice want me to partake in a dam swim, but I am not sure about the dam swim. It’s pretty dam far. 2.2 miles is long for a dam swim. I can’t wait until the next canteen! I hope I pass my swim test. Say hi to Mimi and Chloe for me.
Ohh … look at the pretty golf course. Boating ensued after enjoying a delicious canteen. We boated over to other cabins and camp counselors in the area.
On the last day of camp, we arose at the crack of dawn to participate in the dam swim. With 50 degree temperatures, I cried a little bit before my bully brother shoved us into the water.
I sported Donna Martin pigtails. Because Donna Martin graduated. I think the horrendous hairdo helped me graduate the dam swim in addition to my see-through circa-1957 Speedo. I wish someone had informed me of the pictures and welcoming committee at the end of the dam swim. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
On the bright side, at least I didn’t wear these 1980s goggles.
Luckily, there was a doughnut waiting for us at the end. What we do for a flippin’ doughnut.
We did it, and I shoveled my doughnut to prove it. I also can’t walk anymore and I’ve lost feeling in all appendages. Dam swim.
Camp Dad was great. One of my favorite traditions from camp was singing Johnny Appleseed before each meal. Plus, our camp counselor challenged us to “Zero Waste”, a program on behalf of the Clean Plate Club. Zero Waste was a piece of cake after this peach cobbler.
Source: Food Network, Paula Deen, http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/peach-cobbler-recipe/index.html
Notes: I really didn’t change anything about this recipe except for the fact I had to bake the cobbler for an hour and a half because I was using a different oven and the altitude affects the temperature. Why? No clue.
- 4 cups peeled, sliced peaches
- 2 cups sugar, divided
- 1/2 cup water
- 8 tablespoons butter
- 1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
- 1 1/2 cups milk
- Ground cinnamon, optional
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
Combine the peaches, 1 cup sugar, and water in a saucepan and mix well. Bring to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
Put the butter in a 3-quart baking dish and place in oven to melt.
Mix remaining 1 cup sugar, flour, and milk slowly to prevent clumping. Pour mixture over melted butter. Do not stir. Spoon fruit on top, gently pouring in syrup. Sprinkle top with ground cinnamon, if using. Batter will rise to top during baking. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes.
To serve, scoop onto a plate and serve with vanilla ice cream.