Trash in Your Tank: Unhealthy Food Choices to Avoid

A chronically tired Ethan struggles to reach the end of a long day as a summer camp counselor. Rising early in the morning to prod sleepy-head campers and vigilantly conduct morning swim tests at the pool, he later harnesses kids into safety gear and encourages them to be brave as he watches them jump from the power pole, then swing through the breeze as they take on their first zip line excursions. Add to that color wars, an emotionally distressed camper, team games, and crafts.

How Clean is Clean?

During a recent birthday celebration dinner at a casual dining restaurant with table service, our friendly server, Bella, escorted our family to a table laden with dirty dishes. She left our family awkwardly standing in a busy aisle as a last-minute cleaning took place — leaving the tabletop and booths wet from the visibly soiled cleaning cloth. Have you ever encountered this or any other kind of sanitary issue in a restaurant? How about in the dining hall at camp?

Are Your Campers Picky Eaters?

With arms firmly crossed and sour-faced determination, ten-year-old Jaden said, “If I have to eat that, I’ll just go hungry!” Campers paused between bites and all eyes shifted to the two counselors assigned to their table, anticipating a response.

A Five-Star Recipe for Excellence in Camp Food Service

Moving about confidently, two cooks snatched the garlic bread from the oven, prepped the salad bar, whipped up chocolate pudding, and a meal was complete. As the new food service director at Camp Gilmont, I marveled at the vigorous activity around me in the camp kitchen. From the outside looking in, it appeared as if an intentional routine had been established, as if the employees’ activity was magically orchestrated. However, as I scrutinized the routine over the next few days, I realized that serious change needed to happen in this kitchen.

The Big Eight . . . and Other Culinary Menaces to Camper Society

“The gluten-free cinnamon rolls are amazing!” Those emphatic words are emblazoned in my brain, stamped into my memory. As tears began to well in her eyes, Annalise, one of our counselors, looked around as if sharing a secret and said, “I haven’t eaten a cinnamon roll in five years! Could I please have your recipe?”