This summer I have been working with both Wolf and Bear dens. Most of the time we have met separately, but not always. With some creativity, I can plan activities that meet achievements for both dens. Holding a hot dog roast was just one of those activities.
Before we actually started the meal, we planned what we should eat (most of which I had already purchased; I had planned on taking them to the store, but that fell through), where we should have the fire, and how we were going to do it.
We have a portable fire pit that I put on the driveway. The boys brought the little twigs and other pieces of wood to the driveway and eagerly helped prepare the fire. First each one had to crumple one or two newspaper pages each. Then all the left over pine needles and small twigs from our Christmas tree were put on top followed by thicker pieces of wood.
One match. That's all it took.
We stirred and poked and watched the flames. After they started to die down, each boy took a turn roasting a hot dog over the dying flames. A few minutes later, marshmallows were toasted to perfection over the coals.
My favorite comment was from one boy who didn't like his toasted marshmallow because it was squishy.
The boys all loved the opportunity to "play" with fire--what an adult thing to do! Cooking the food was secondary. That night I asked my son what was the best part of his day. "Having a hot dog roast!" topped swimming and other activities.
Game with a purpose. That's what Baden Powell promoted.