I know, I know - not food. But I'm not part of many communities and I figured the folks here would appreciate this. This is how my wife and I spend most of our Friday nights - a fire, a surprisingly drinkable box of red, and each other. It's by far my favourite part of the week.
Incidentally, we often have a meal plan for the night, which is typically scrapped in favour of our 13 year old rustling up a curry, which she's always happy to do!
That used to be the job of the eldest, before both kids retired from camping (to zero complaints from us! ๐ ). The boss was a chef and a pastry chef for 2 decades and feels that she's made more than enough bread for one lifetime. In the states she worked at a resort and found a really old grapevine on the property and made her own sourdough starter from it, that was good sourdough! Until one of her dishwashers "washed" the stockpot it lived in...