Here, it's not like they tell you
in the tee-vee Westerns. Here,
there's actually a way to turn
the campfire to 450 degrees.
And here, there's no need
to chase the dust and flies
from the herd from your kitchen.
Not that herd, anyway. And
Ol' Cookie never had self-
sharpening knives or dispose-
all sinks. Still, today we rarely
have the opportunity for protein
in the biscuits - not without
a school science project, anyway.
Out on the trail, refrigeration
amounts to a wet bag hanging out
on a frosty night. "We could do that
here. But why?" Turn on the stove.