Campfire bread, also known as ‘bannock’, is a lot of fun to make and share. Lightly crispy on the outside, soft and warm on the inside, this simple bread is a delicious outdoor treat. You can choose to make is savory or sweet, depending on whether you want to add chopped fresh herbs, cocoa powder, or other seasonings to the dough.
There are countless variations of recipes for bannock, though modern bannock is commonly made of flour, water, baking powder, some type of fat or oil, and seasonings. Many sources say that bannock originated in Scotland and was introduced to indigenous people of North America by Scottish fur traders. This type of bread is prized for its simplicity and ability to provide warm nourishment for outdoor meals. It tastes great with meat, beans, soup, or just on its own as a snack.
This easy recipe only needs one skillet and uses ingredients that many of us already have on hand. Featuring sweet, cinnamon-simmered apples topped with a crisped oat and brown sugar mixture, stovetop apple crisp makes a tasty, healthy breakfast or dessert.
Apples are normally associated with the fall months, and apple crisp is normally baked in the oven. However, as we all know, nothing about this quarantine time is normal. I adapted this lovely, simple recipe out of sheer necessity. And because it is quick and easy and made with mostly pantry staples, I am thinking others may appreciate it as I did.
This deliciously classic cake is spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg, topped with a rich cream cheese frosting. The oatmeal lends a rich texture, combing old fashioned comfort with satisfying flavor. Because of a wholesome sweetness that tugs at the heartstrings, this cake can easily become a family favorite.
You may wonder why I call this cake Tinnie’s Fabulous Oatmeal Cake. Tinnie is my mother’s name, short for Christine, and for as long as I can remember, she has been making this cake for her children, nieces, nephews, and grandchildren. This cake is well loved by many in our family, and the wonderful aroma of it delivers me right back to her kitchen, with childhood memories of standing at the counter waiting for her to finish frosting the cake so I could dip my finger in the bowl and savor what was left.