That reminds me of when my son was in Weblos, just before progressing to the Boy Scouts. The Scout troop invited the "newbies" and their dads on a campout, and were told to bring our own food to cook. While the leaders were making "rock soup" and others were cooking hot dogs, we had a big steak with potatoes sliced up along with green and red peppers and carrots and celery wrapped up in foil. We cooked it in the coals, turning frequently. It was great, but I felt a little embarrassed eating so well when the others just had what they brought. One of the other dads said that the next time he was going to bring lobster!