I know exactly what you mean!
I've got a friend who was heavily into this, he used to prepare recipes like these when we used to go on vacations or camping, this way we had hot food ready on our arrival.
But he dropped it as soon as the engine started smelling, and getting dirty from the juices, and the food got a gasoline like smell

I've seen many recipes for cooking while driving, dishwasher fish recipes, etc.

Sorry - I'll cook on the "conventional" stoves, ovens, BBQ's, etc. I'm not into the frying an egg on the sidewalk thing either!

>....that I could happily pay others to take care of the rest for me. <

Reminds me of my friend Skeeter.

Some of you know that Friend Wife and I are historical re-enactors. So, too, was skeeter. He was a mountain man, by gar!

We used to call him the yuppy mountain man, though. His buckskins always looked like they'd just been dry cleaned. Everything he owned he had bought (rather than making himself, as most re-enactors of the period do).

But he had a good justification for it. "They (the Mountain Men) traded what they have of value---animal pelts---for the things they needed. I just do the same. What I have of value is called "money," and I trade it for what I need."

His contention, which was hard to argue against, was that he was ultimately more accurate in his interpretation than anyone else in our crowd.

Skeeter indeed had a point, KYH! It's hard to argue w/ a smart man's logic...

But does that now mean that he does his re-enacting from the comforts of home, online, in his speedos- rather than in person on the battlefield in his dry-cleaned buckskins w/ his espresso machine in the minivan back in the parking lot? Hee-Hee!

(Brook, if you haven't yet read it you might enjoy one of my favs... "Follow the River" by James Alexander Thom... It's right up your alley! Here- check it out...)

Amazon.com: Follow the River: James Alexander Thom: Books

I've not only read it, Kevin, I've followed much of her route.

The salt-making location, where she escaped from, is now Big Bone Lick State Park, in northern Kentucky. You may recall, from the book, that when she escaped, in 1756, a Frenchman in the party was reportedly "sitting on a giant bone, cracking walnuts."

Her story is, of course, one of the great escape tales of that time/place period involving women. Her's is probably the greatest of them. (The other two are the escape and return home of Jenny Wiley, in 1790; and the rescue of the Boone and Calloway girls after they were kidnapped from Boonesboro by Shawnee raiders in 1776.).

Jenny Wiley's story is almost as dramatic as Mary Draper's, with the exception of the distances involved. Jenny only traveled about 180 miles, compared to Mary's 800+. In both cases, though, we're talking about white women, alone in the wilderness. Incredible feats, in both cases.

Interestingly, few people who read her story (Either in the Thom book, or other versions) make the connection that Mary Draper was Mary Ingles' (of Little House fame) gr'grandmother.

Who says pioneering blood doesn't run true?