Campsite Cooking Riddles for Outdoor Foodies

I’m the iron pot with legs and lid. Bury me in coals for a flavor bid. What am I?

I’m the tripod hook over glowing flame. Hang your kettle and learn my name. What am I?

I’m the foil packet stuffed with spice. Toss me in embers for dinner nice. What am I?

I’m the marshmallow turning gold. Spin me slow so I won’t fold. What am I?

I’m the grill grate laid on rock. Flip your pancakes with careful knock. What am I?

I’m the collapsible sink filled with suds. Wash the dishes, save the buds. What am I?

I’m the spice kit in recycled jars. Sprinkle my flavor beneath the stars. What am I?

I’m the bear bag hoisted high. Keep me aloft so critters pass by. What am I?

I’m the percolator singing at dawn. Pour my brew before hikes spawn. What am I?

I’m the cooler seam sealed with ice. Rotate my contents to keep them nice. What am I?

I’m the trail mix mantra sweet and salty. Pack me right and snacks stay healthy. What am I?

I’m the clean-up motto etched in code. Pack out scraps from every load. What am I?

I’m the headlamp clipped to hat brim bright. Chop your veggies with hands in sight. What am I?

I’m the campfire permit pinned to tree. Follow my guidelines to cook responsibly. What am I?

I’m the dessert skillet bubbling sweet. Share me warm as the night drums beat. What am I?