I was on a mission: to create a campsite sandwich to rival all others. It would be indulgent; it would be more-ish; and my son and husband would devour it. There was no contest. I was on a mission to create my first croque monsieur, and where better to do it than on the stove-top of my tiny 12-foot Viscount?
We were camping at Point Plomer, on the Macleay Valley Coast of New South Wales. The wind was blowing hard, the ocean was a choppy mess and darkness was descending. Still, croque monsieur for dinner it would be. So, juggling an increasingly hungry toddler and a newborn fighting witching hour, I somehow managed to whip up this French staple as the tin ‘van rattled in the wind in front of an Aussie beach. Here’s what you need to know:
CARAVAN CROQUE MONSIEUR
(Interesting fact: The croque monsieur is believed to have made its debut in Parisian cafes in the early 1900s.)