Sorry it didn't sit well with you.
Among my fondest Scouting memories is a cold night eating jambalaya that had simmered in a cast iron Dutch oven for about six hours. Ichi was a Second Year Webelos and they almost called off the camp-o-ree because an unexpected cold front blew through on Saturday afternoon.
The adults couldn't eat as planned and the jambalaya was moved to a few coals to stay warm and simmer as we worked with the boys to prepare for the cold then went to an evening's activities as one leader stayed behind at the campsite to oversee the fire and the uneaten food.
That night, about 11 p.m., as the Scouts slept, we finally ate.
I recall the names of specific friends (some of whom I still Scout with today), sitting too close to a campfire that cooked my front, eating jambalaya, talking of the day and Scouting, my backside freezing from being turned away from the fire, swapping Robert W. Service poetry.
Jambalaya warms my spirit now as well as my belly.
I'm sorry you had a bad experience, Darks.
In it’s defence, it was military facility Jumbolaya.