Dad had ‘won’ blocks of land through a returned veterans “lottery” but never believed in borrowing money. So we would be building over seven years as money became available. It was a four drive from home so we would camp there and my job as a new teen was to cook on the open fire. Breakfast was always cereal so there were two meals each day to be cooked.
I’d gather the wood, light the fire with kindling and newspaper then pile on pieces of broken branches. There was plenty around but as I collected it I was finding quite a lot of witchetty grubs. Big fat white ones. So I asked my friends a few miles away on the reserve how to cook them and wow! Just lightly heated in the ashes they tasted succulent and delicious. Slightly overcooked it tasted like trying to eat wood.
over the open spring fire
d’Verse, Memory, Lillian
internet photo from bush foods