Growing up, I spent every summer camping.
Every summer, ages 3-14, was spent sleeping in tents, roasting things over a fire, driving from place to place in a brown station wagon.
Even if you didn’t grow up camping and you haven’t yet perfected your fire-making technique (I prefer the tipi method) summer is the perfect time to cook things over a fire. I mean, any night that involves eating things off sticks/out of foil packets and hair that smells all piney and smokey is a win, right?
Links to recipes embedded in the photos.