Now that I have completely trashed Nebraska, let me tell you about how well we ate on our vacation.
I considered bringing my espresso machine along (shut up, I am SO a rugged camper) but decided that without a microwave to warm the milk, my latte would be [whining] too haaarrrd. So instead I opted for tea in the mornings.
The first morning:
That's an immersion heater plugged into the cigarette lighter of the van. Fine and good, but one cup of tea is not enough.
That's better. I'm a four-shot-latte-in-the-morning girl; I need my caffeine.
Breakfast and lunch, if eaten at the campground, were often whatever either of us felt like scrounging up from the grub box -- my choice was usually cheese and crackers, Smokey's was canned corned beef (yuck!) on crackers with pickles. S ometimes we drove into Buffalo and ate at Tom's Diner on Main Street. Mmmmm. One day Tom's was closed and we went to Pistol Pete's out by the freeway; okay, more spacious and western, complete with stuffed heads on the walls, but the food was not as good as Tom's.
From what we could tell, Tom is the owner and fry cook and his wife is the waitress. There was also a guy in the dish room, didn't get his CV. The fun part -- beside the food -- was that every time I looked at Tom I saw Walter Sobchak from The Big Lebowski. Well, okay, Tom resembled Walter only in the vaguest way imaginable -- and as far as I could tell he wasn't armed -- but still. Going to Tom's Diner and watching Tom/Walter cook my breakfast was definitely a high point of my trip.
Something I have found only at a supermarket in Buffalo, WY are these:
Basque sausage (scroll down). Spicy and very tasty. We cooked them on the grill a couple times and brought these home to recreate the vacation experience. Mmmm redux.
Buffalo has a walk-up scoop shop on Main Street with about a gazillion flavors. Smokey had the black licorice; I had mint chocolate chip. It had the biggest hunks of chocolate I had even had in that flavor. Mmmm (x3).
Even if we didn't go to the scoop shop, we still managed to have our ice cream.
That's Ben & Jerry's Everything but the...™. Mmmm.
One night we grilled New York strip steaks purchased at a store in Buffalo, and I want to tell you: they were the best steaks either of us had had in a looonnng time. They were tender and tasty and juicy but not greasy. Maybe that's because they were local, grass-fed beef? I don't know, but I'd sure like to have a few of those in the freezer.
Okay, now I am gonna make you laugh. Ever seen one of these?
That little toaster oven could run off our baby generator (set up at the end of a 125' extension cord so the noise didn't bother anyone) and allowed us to have these for breakfast a couple times:
Those are Pillsbury cinnamon rolls with cream cheese frosting. Pretty danged tasty in the morning, especially once I figured out how to use the toaster oven (duh).
And there you have it: how to go camping without really roughing it :-)