I'm with Gunny,
There seems to be a right of passage one just has to go through on their first camp out as a Boy Scout, that usually includes "cooking" an inedible meal that one gets sick from and/or spends way too much time in the outhouse.
I was fortunate that in our patrol, we didn't really know how to cook over an open fire yet, but at least many of us had Mom's or Grandma's we had seen cook with cast iron. so at least our food was somewhat edible. Not so the other patrols, though.
We got done cooking and eating sooner than others, so we walked around and looked at some of the food others were making. I don't know how some did it, but I saw bacon that burnt charred black in some areas of the slice and raw in other areas of the same slice. I and others warned them not to eat it, but they wouldn't listen. One could only guess something was an egg by the barely yellow spots peaking through the blackened crust. Pancakes that were unrecognizable as food at all, let alone pancakes. It was incredible what was done to oatmeal in some of the patrols.
However, the worst was a pot of muddy boiling glop that every so often sort of lurched up and fell back down in the pot with a horrid sounding noise. I could not describe it until I saw almost exactly the same thing in the boiling mud flats at Yellowstone Park some years later. Turned out it was instant Cocoa. More than one lad "survived" that morning on the orange each one of us got.
As an Adult Assistant Scout Leader, we took our Troop into the Mountains in California for a "Snow Camp" each year. Those lads would otherwise have never seen snow. The other Assistant Scout Leader brought a HUGE pot of 5 Bean soup that was truly excellent, so everyone ate way more of it than anyone would normally. The only bad thing was I had to be VERY careful where I smoked, so I would not ignite the atmosphere in camp. Some of the lads also drove themselves out of their tents.
Gus