I LOVE campfire food, but believe it or not, Brady and I have never had a fire pit in our entire adult/married life! We have the pit we will use when we can finally have a real yard, but won’t be installing it until that time which will hopefully come next year! 🤞
I’ve been hungry for pie irons for literal years, but never pressed to make them happen. Definitely not a big deal. But when my mom called me and asked me to join her for some pie iron “leftovers” last night, I was all in!
She had company the day before, and they had made these super fancy pants high maintenance pie irons. I say this will nothing but love, because I went over there expecting pie irons made out of your basic pizza stuff and maybe one with pie filling for dessert. But no. This was SO much bougier. SO much better!
We made our pies out of brie, apples, chicken, bacon, and a fig spread. They. Were. Ridiculous. I felt like the fanciest campfire cook ever. We sat outside in the chillier than average weather, and just enjoyed the fire, and each other’s company.
Time moved quickly, and suddenly, it was 10:00, so I went home. I was met by my husband, playing some games on his phone for his much deserved rest time. He had done the whole evening with the kids on his own, and then had installed a bunch of the outlets in the basement! That man doesn’t stop.
My clothes still smell like campfire this morning, and I’m not mad about it. Not at all.