“You got it buddy, I will even cook it for you unless you rather have your Momma do all of the cooking.” Farley said enjoying the moment of watching a child and his mothers’ shared exciting experience.
“Now that department is mine, I can cook some fish very well thank you!” Becky declared.
“Let me clarify that Farley, I can do a pretty good job of cooking it on the campfire. I ain’t used to not having a stove to cook on.” Becky said wistfully, seeing that the stove hadn’t worked for many weeks now.
“Oh, I got something to cook on in back of my van you can borrow for this evening that I think you will find it is more like what you are used to. Ever hear of a rocket stove?” Farley said still admiring the fish.
“No, I never heard of one. Is that some kind of propane camping stove?” Becky
