Instead of standing in a gray paved parking lot grilling hot dogs and hamburgers on astove, how about going to a park with green grass and having a good old-fashioned picnic with the family?
The first time I went backpacking, I feasted on semi-raw hot dogs cooked over a driftwood fire (we'd forgotten to bring the stove) and sipped tea laced with ashes as chilly Northern California winds blew the fog in.