The Story
Pop Arthur was a man of few words and fewer ingredients. He learnt to make damper from a stockman in the Grampians sometime in the late fifties, and he never saw any reason to complicate it. Three ingredients. A campfire. That's it.
He made it on every camping trip, every long weekend in the bush, and every time the grandkids came to stay. The recipe was never written down because there was nothing to write down. You watched, you learnt, you did.
Pop reckoned the smoke was the most important ingredient — not because it added flavour (though it did), but because it meant you were outside, away from the noise, with your hands in the dirt and your eyes on the fire. The damper was just the excuse. The real recipe was the being there.