These nutella banana pie iron breakfast sandwiches are stuffed with goodness and cooked to perfection over campfire coals.
Camping is different for everyone. In that way, I guess it's a lot like life. Some people go bare minimum – small backpacking tent and sleeping bag, non-cook foods, a few clothing staples. Some people pack up an RV with all the luxuries from home, including the shower and the kitchen sink.
We land somewhere in that happy middle ground – a tent big enough for Clark + Scout + Me and heavy sleeping bags to keep us warm when mountain temperatures drop unexpectedly. A simple set of camping cookware and utensils. A tarp in case it rains. A small arsenal of our favorite campfire recipes. Good seasonal beer.
And coffee. Always coffee. I don't get out of the tent if there's no coffee. It's that magical piece of civilization that is the key to happy mornings whether we're camping or at home.
When you head for the mountains, you never really know what to expect. We checked the weather – all clear according to the radar. We packed plenty of layers, just in case. And we started driving towards a tentative area to camp. We were casually cruising down Highway 9, an hour into our drive, when a rock hurtled into our windshield. Leaving a huge chip directly in Clark's line of vision.
The next surprise? Snow. Just as we turned onto the dirt road where we hoped to find a campsite, it started snowing. That, along with dusk approaching, made picking a site quick business. By the time we set up, it was more-or-less dark. We ate a quick dinner in the car to stay warm until braving the cold to go to our tent. To be honest – I strongly considered sleeping in the car. But I toughed it out. 💪 And I survived. Albeit with some extra chest hairs.
After I pulled our crispy blanket away from the frozen tent wall the next morning, I unzipped the door to check out our surroundings. The views that we couldn’t see the night before through the snow and fading daylight? Breathtaking seems like the right word.
The first order of business (after coffee) was to get warm. I set up our mini campstove to boil water while Clark built a fire. A cup later, we were starting to come to life. The sun was finally climbing over the mountain to thaw everything out. It was time for breakfast. PIE IRON BREAKFAST.
I smooshed biscuits on either side of the iron, loaded them with Nutella and bananas, and placed the iron on the glowing coals.
I don’t know about your childhood, but pie irons played a sizeable role in mine. I went to “wilderness" church camp every summer where we slept in teepees, went to bible study, daydreamed about kissing boys, and ate by the campfire. Pie iron meals were what I looked forward to every summer. It was a piece of kushy, comfort-food heaven that I was lucky enough to enjoy in the depths of the dark and woodsy “roughin’ it.” 🙄 We never had anything fancy like Nutella at camp, but the s’mores sandwiches were pretty amazing.
We just ordered our pie iron on Amazon a couple weeks ago so this was was our first time using it. I'm not sure if we'll get to use it again this season, but I am PUMPED to play more with it next year. The possibilities are endless and it's so easy to use! I've been pinning recipes to my "Camping" board like a crazy lady.
If you time it right, you have just enough time to make another batch of coffee while breakfast is cooking. And then you have fresh, hot coffee to enjoy with/dip your sandwich in. 😈 I highly recommend doing the dip.Print