I am picky about food when we're backpacking.
Not picky as in I will only eat healthy things or anything like that, but just picky. Choices are somewhat limited when you have to carry everything for your meals on your back for days and cook it on a stove that literally fits in your pocket.
Some people use those just-add-water meal-in-a-bag things. Well, for one thing, they're expensive. For another, they're NASTY. I've only tried a couple, and have never found one I liked.
Other people cook noodle dinners. Lipton ones or just mac n' cheese, etc. This would be the category my husband falls under when he's without me. But just noodles doesn't cut it for me. I want something yummy and filling after a long day of hauling a heavy pack over trails (or non-trails)!
I am not sure how I discovered that I could make legitimate tacos out in the backcountry. Maybe I was experimenting with my dehydrator. Maybe I read something about drying ground beef in one of my backcountry cookbooks (I've never really found much in those books that works for me either. Like I said, Picky).
Anyway, a few years ago, I tried dehydrating some ground beef and making tacos, and ever since then, we've had tacos on every single backpacking trip we've taken.
People are often surprised to learn that you can actually take hamburger hiking, but if you do it right, you can make tacos that almost taste as good as the ones you have at home. Sometimes, they even taste better, because there's just something about having tacos in a wilderness setting after you've been hiking all day. It's neat.
So, just in case anyone who reads this wants to go backpacking and enjoy some super yummy tacos, I thought I'd share my recipe.
The majority of the work is done at home, prepping the meat.
First, you get some lean ground beef. I say lean because you want to try to eliminate as much of the fat as possible, since that would make the meat go bad faster.
Brown it WELL in a pan. Seriously, make sure it's completely cooked. Last thing you want is food poisoning in the backcountry!
After it's browned, put it in a colander and rinse it very well with very hot water. This gets more of the fat off it. Then let it drain in the sink for a bit. You want to get as much water as possible out of it.
After it's drained, lay out some paper towels and spread the meat on it, then put more paper towels on top and pat it so it's even drier.
Then, put it in your dehydrator. I went to the fabric store and bought a remnant of tulle, and cut it into a circle with a hole in the middle so it fits on my dehydrator tray. That keeps the little bits of meat from falling through the holes as it dries.
It only takes a couple hours on the meat setting for the burger to dry completely. After it's dry, let it cool completely, then put it in a bag. You would probably be fine with just a zip-lock style bag, but I take it another step and use my Foodsaver to vacuum seal it, just to keep it fresher. I also add my dry taco seasoning to the meat before I seal it up, just so I don't have an additional packet to take hiking.
Once it's sealed, keep it in the fridge until you go on your trip. It should be good up to a week.
I usually also vacuum seal a chunk of cheddar cheese. Did you know you can keep hard cheese un-refrigerated for a few days and it will be just fine, as long as it's sealed up? It's true! This time, I found a cute little 3-ounce block of pepper jack at the store, so I just took that.
Soft tortillas pack better. If you take hard shells, chances are you'll be eating crumbs. I generally buy one of those taco "kits" that has a pack of tortillas, a pack of seasoning and a pack of salsa.
At camp, an hour or so before dinner, (we do this after we set up camp) put the meat in your pan with a little water to start the re-hydrating process. Don't add too much water! You can always add more later. Otherwise you might end up with taco soup.
before soaking
after soaking
If you're going to be away from camp as the meat soaks, take precautions against critters. We used straps to keep them out and also put things on top of and around the pan while we went to the lake to filter more water.
A photo I took right after we filtered water out of Lake Michigan. It was refreshing! So was the swimming!
When you're ready to cook, you just add a little more water if necessary and heat the meat until it's hot all the way through and no longer crunchy. As the meat's cooking, chop the cheese into pieces.
I make thin slices and then we put them on the tortilla before the meat, then add the meat, and finally, we top it with the salsa.
Voila! Camp tacos!
If you're lucky enough to be hiking where wild leeks (ramps) can be found and you know what to look for, some chopped leeks in your taco meat are delicious.
I picked three, but it was the day AFTER we had tacos.
Instead, we used them in the salmon & pasta salad I made for dinner the next night.
You can also dehydrate chopped bell peppers or onions and mix them in with your ground beef at home. Mmmm...
Be careful to figure out before your trip how much meat you're going to need to feed the hikers in your party, because there are no places to store leftovers at camp. SOMEONE is going to have to finish it, because you don't want to be packing around cooked taco meat for your whole trip. You DO pack out your trash, right? You better!
When you pack your tortillas for the trip, it's a good idea to put them in a gallon-size zip-lock bag. That way, you can keep any leftover shells fresh and have them with peanut butter for breakfast or lunch the next day. I try to make sure we get the 10-pack of tortillas so we can do just that. It's a welcome break from oatmeal for breakfast.
So there you have it, my favorite camping meal!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Backpacking tacos
Posted by Krystal at 7:47 AM 1 comments
Labels: backpacking, food, hiking, tacos
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
First date after baby!
So, here I am, back at home after my first getaway with Hubby after having Jordan. It was way overdue. I mean, come on... the kid's almost 16 months old!
I remember the first time I was away from Logan overnight. I worried about him. I remember the first time he went away for longer than a night. I sobbed so hard, I just couldn't stop. Being separated from him was so hard for me.
This time? Not hard. Not hard at all. Now, don't get me wrong, that's not to say that I don't love Jordan just as much as I love Logan. I just think I have changed over the years. I have realized that time away from the kids does me good and time away from ME does THEM good. I also think I waited too long to leave Jordan overnight. I could have used a mini vacation months ago (and so could the boys!). Anyway, aside from a couple text messages to my mom, there was no looking back this time!
Hubby and I had planned to leave early on Thursday so we could head up north and enjoy the afternoon at the hotel, go out to eat, swim in the pool, etc. It didn't end up happening that way because we found out Logan's very first tee ball game was Thursday night. So, we went to the game (it was so cute!) and then we left afterward to head up north and my mom stayed with the boys.
It was 10:30 by the time we arrived at the hotel and after checking in we got to spend a whopping 15 minutes in the hot tub and pool, but hey, it was better than nothing!
The next morning, we headed to Leland to catch the boat to North Manitou Island, one of our favorite places in the world. Basically, you take an hour-long boat ride to the island, they drop you off, and you're there until the boat comes back. You have a scheduled day to be picked up, but the weather is quite unpredictable on the Great Lakes and it's not unheard of to be "stranded" on the island for an extra night. It's never happened to us, but we have had a close call with some bad weather and the one-hour boat ride turned into a really really rough, wet three-hour boat ride. Scary!
Anyway, this weekend, the weather was exquisitely perfect. It was clear and sunny and warm. Couldn't have asked for anything nicer.
I could go all sorts of crazy describing the places we visited on the island and the trails (or rather, non-trails) we took, but I don't think it would mean anything to anyone who reads this. Suffice to say, it was a busy holiday weekend, there were lots of people on the smallish island, and we were in it so deeply that we rarely saw a soul. We bushwhacked a lot, saw some old ruins we hadn't seen before, hiked in woods, swamps, dunes and along the beach, sweated, were bug-bitten, sunburned, swam in Lake Michigan (it was so cold, but we were so dirty!), beachcombed and just enjoyed the peace. I took hundreds of photos, too, of course. I'll just share a couple dozen with you.
Arriving on the island, you are greeted by this sign at the end of the dock. I bet it's been photographed thousands upon thousands of times!
After an orientation lecture by the rangers (camp at least 300 feet from the water, don't do anything stupid because there's no help, hang your food so chipmunks don't get into it, etc.) you're set free. We got hiking right at noon. Headed around through the woods, to the beach then up a hill and through a couple old homestead clearings. Found the Maleski Place.
These old ruins are crazy. There are other bits of evidence of human life scattered about, like this basin.
There are supposedly a couple crosses marking the gravesites of Maleski children at the homestead but we didn't find them. Then again, we didn't spend a lot of time searching for them.
After that we headed inland to explore the west side of Lake Manitou, a very pretty little lake on the island. Here I am by the swamp that surrounds the outlet from the lake.
And here is a view from the west side of Lake Manitou.
Most people hang out on the east side and we could see hikers swimming over there. Some guys came by in a canoe. We might have spooked them a little when they finally saw us.
After taking a break at the lake, we headed up through the woods to get to our super special secret sacred campsite. On the way, we passed this old clothes wringer perched on a rock.
Perhaps it was marking a trail? If so, we missed it and ended up bushwhacking. Boy, did we get covered in spiderwebs!
After setting up camp we did what we always do after setting up camp: we went for a walk! But without packs this time. We ended up heading across the top of the bluffs. The view was incredible and we came across this tree with its roots all exposed. It was still managing to hang on, but one day it'll probably fall down the dune to the beach.
We followed the shoreline back to camp.
Rested our beaten, hiking-hot feet (oh, the cold water felt SO good!)
Made camp tacos (mmmmm...)
And watched the sun set from our "picture window."
In the morning, I had to dig a tick out of Hubby's leg (*shudder*), we ate breakfast on the beach and set off on a beach walk. The sun was coming up on our left side, and our shadows were in the water as we walked. The packs on our backs kind of looked like angels' wings, I thought.
We cut inland through a swamp. It's usually not very passable here, but the island was SO DRY that we could walk right through and barely get our boots damp.
After heading through the woods for a while and then back down to the beach for a trail mix break, we headed up Old Baldy Hill. It's a HUGE dune climb. I mean, it takes a long time to reach the top!
Starting upward
It was hot and my arms got really sunburned. Once you hit the top, though, the view is something else. You can see the whole island from up there.
Behind me you can see the dune hills leading wa-a-a-a-a-ay down to the water, where we had come from.
The view.
Then came the hardest part of our hike. We bushwhacked down the back of this gigantic hill. Not only was it thickly wooded, it was also very, very steep. I will admit I was afraid and fell several times. A couple falls resulted in involuntary butt-slides until I was stopped by a tree or whatever. Yeesh.
Yeah, this is NOT a trail!
Somewhere along the way, we lost one of the really cool maps Hubby made. We decided that if anyone found it, they DESERVED it.
Later, we set up our second camp
and spent some time lounging on the beach before making dinner. I had picked a small handful of wild leeks and we sliced them and cooked them in olive oil (oh, that smelled good!)
and then added them to our pasta salad and salmon dinner. Yum. Then, of course, we went for an after-dinner walk.
More house ruins.
The next morning, we were awakened early by an insistent whippoorwill (Actually, he'd been calling all night. I slept very little that night.) and we broke camp. As we were leaving, I turned around to take a look and the sun was just starting to peek above the horizon.
We walked a little way inland and I snapped this photo of the sunrise.
We headed toward the docks but didn't take the trail. Why would we? No, instead we climbed up through the woods and followed the ridgeline back. It was an incredible way to start the morning and end our backpacking trip. We found a really special place, took off our packs and hung out up there for a while. Neither of us wanted to leave. But, eventually we had to. We had decided to wait until we reached the dock area to cook and eat our oatmeal and coffee, so we went down the hill, caught the trail and got to the "village." (it's called the village because that's where the island's main population used to be. Now just the rangers stay there in the summer. This is a national park.) We got there with 2 1/2 hours until boat time, and we were kind of bummed that we hadn't made breakfast up on the ridge instead. It was so nice up there.
But anyway, we ate and then went for a short beach walk. I found a Petoskey stone near the ranger station. It's our state fossil and the legend says the pattern is like the rays of the sun. Pretty.
A while later, the boat picked us up, we rode back to the mainland, walked to our car, stopped at a little bar in Sutton's Bay for a burger (and lots and lots of water and pop!) and headed home to our boys. They were happy to see us. Logan was waiting to pounce on me but Jordan acted a little ambivalent. like maybe he was trying to tell me he was mad that I'd left or something. He warmed up quickly, though, and Grandma was ready for a break!
Mom even made us an AWESOME veggie lasagna and a beautiful salad so I wouldn't have to cook dinner after we got home. She thinks of EVERYTHING!
I couldn't have asked for a better mini vacation with my hubby. It was wonderful.
Thanks so much, Mom!
Posted by Krystal at 6:10 AM 1 comments
Labels: backpacking, hiking, North Manitou Island