When I was with the Scouts, every year we'd have a weekend campout for the boys who were joining our troop from Webelos. It became a tradition that on this "first" campout, we'd have spaghetti, italian bread, and dump cake.
About 2 weeks after having one of these campouts, I received a call from the mother of one of the new boys. She said she didn't know what to do and thought she should ask me. She went on to explain that all her son talked about after the campout was this "dumcake". It was now just 2 days from his birthday, and he wanted her to make a "dumcake" for his birthday. She had no idea what the boy was talking about. She was sure that he had it all wrong, and could I please explain it to her.
After I quit laughing, I simply explained the process of making a dumpcake. I did warn her, though, that it probably wouldn't taste quite the same as it did when it came out of a dutch oven. /forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif