One of my comforts

Camp Oven: It has my dinner in it..........Yummy roast.
You can take the gal out of the country, but you cant take the country outa the gal.
I miss camping horses and the bush.

I try not to anticipate or bring negativity to Fridays (injection day) its just as they were always a struggle before with side effects and what not. I must admit I have been blessed the last couple of weeks to not even have anything significant to say about it. Yesterday was a little different not with anticipation but in it didn't go as well as it has been. I had the chills and sweats, shaking, headaches and I felt as though I had been hit by a truck. Today is better and I have made it through reasonably unscathed, other than my head aching and being a little off which is really good considering, so I am grateful its not as bad as in the past.

I am trying to keep busy and get back to the things I love, gardening with herbs and veges pot plants and reading a good book in the fresh air, listening to the birds and enjoying the out doors. I have been couped up inside far too long.

As a kid I was labeled a tom boy (probably with good reason) I loved trucks, bikes, camping, fishing, surfing, music, dancing and horses. I could go from playing football to dance class to packing my back pack for an early start to go fishing the next morning. I was my dad's little girl with a love of boy things.
I grew up in a small town after leaving my Nan's and my dad organised a lot of team sports for the boys and men in town, social clubs, cricket and footy teams and rallies, so bush bashin cars and burnouts and playing footy with the boys was so me.
I loved it and still do. I have always been a kid to be outside kicking the footy, riding horses and having camp fires or at the beach and on the water. Hence the need for a fire and the flavour of a roast cooked in the camp oven when I am wanting some comfort.
I love good restaurants occasionally but seriously a BBQ and outdoor cooking with friends and family is so me. Ugg boots and a rum or a cold beer with a blazing fire in winter is awesome.
I cant drink rum or eer at the moment or probably much at all ever again and well its not that cold yet, so I don't need the uggies but I cant wait any longer for a camp oven roast. Lyndell had one with the girls over Easter so I just had to have one seeing camping isn't on the cards in the near future.
There is a little prep but it just means starting a mean ass fire about 3 hours before you want to cook, putting your lamb roast or whatever, in the camp oven with fresh herbs, stock and some secret ingredients lol then when the logs are burnt to hot coals you put your oven amongst the coals and let it roast for a couple of hours. The final product is an amazingly tender piece of meat cooked in its own juices with a special smoky flavour. I spent maybe 5 years being a vego and I still don't eat a lot of meat but camp oven roast is the best and I will never give that up. Anyway I am going to check it now do some veges (well B will do the veges as I am back on the mattress) its hard work building a mean ass fire I even chopped the wood gathered the kindling and stoked that sucker till it was just right (now I'm stuffed) but its well worth it trust me and I will only check the coals are still happening.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Peace and Health To All XXXX