Outdoor Cooking

Cooking out of doors in 1940 — bean holes, spits, clambakes and burgoo, from three food writers who thought a campfire was the best joke going.

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"The Green Mountain Boys" Red Flannel Hash

SALT AND PEPPER I CUP CHOPPED CANNED BEETS BACON FAT OR BUTTER I CUP CHOPPED COOKED POTATOES 2 TEASPOONS CANNED MILK 2 TEASPOONS BUTTER Season beets and potatoes and douse with enough hot water to make your mixture hold together. Melt fat in skillet, then add your beet mix and cook slowly. When wellheated, brown quickly and add milk and butter just before taking off the fire.

Chopped cooked meat may be substituted for part of the quantity of vegs, but if you do that be sure to use both beets and potatoes in equal parts.

Canned beets are pretty good and very practical, since it takes so long to boil raw ones. But campfire baked beets so long to boil raw ones. But campfire baked beets are swell, especially if fresh pulled, with earth still clinging to them. When done, the skin comes off easily, leaving a fine steaming root, blistering red.

For the Modern Kitchen

A two-ingredient hash that lives or dies by the crust. The instructions are terse but complete: season, bind with a little hot water, then leave it alone in the pan.

A Little History

Red flannel hash is a New England dish, generally traced to the thrift of boiling-dinner leftovers: the beets, potatoes and corned beef from a New England boiled dinner chopped together and fried the next morning, the beet juice staining everything the color of a lumberman's shirt. The name is usually explained that way, though the connection is traditional rather than documented. The Green Mountain Boys were the Vermont militia of the 1770s, and attaching their name here is the sort of regional flourish outdoor cookbooks of the mid-twentieth century liked, when canned vegetables made a camp version of an old farm breakfast practical. The aside about canned beets being "pretty good and very practical" is the honest voice of that era of camp cooking: the can opener did more for the campfire than any piece of gear.

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