Sounds like cast iron dutch oven cooking, Coach.
This is outside of my memory, but around 1960, 1961, 1962, when one of my older brothers was in high school, for an “industrial arts†project, he picked something out of a
Popular Mechanics magazine, and built it; a portable “camp kitchen.â€
It was made out of plywood, and fit exactly in the back of a station wagon. It was as if a box laying on its side, and when the lid was pulled down, it showed drawers and hangers and cubbyholes and stuff, for camping cookware. The lid, when opened, served as sort of a “counter.â€
It was stocked with cheap flimsy aluminum camping “cookware,†pots and pans that rarely lasted longer than one vacation. The “camping†“silverware†was laughable. And it had a “pantry,†into which canned, bagged, and boxed food was stored.
I have no idea the odor-retentive qualities of plywood and varnish, but it must be impressive.
This thing stank to high heaven; it was nauseous, this odor. And it retained the odor even when the “camp kitchen†was stored in the basement or the garage for the winter, left wide open so as to “air out.â€
When the parents died, I was assigned the keeper of the family history, including heirlooms, and I was greatly concerned I’d have to take this thing too; after all, it’d been a large part of our lives for about fifteen years, and everybody but me liked it.
Fortunately, the brother who built it wanted it. After he died, I worried again, because of my position as keeper of the family heirlooms. But much to my relief, his sons couldn’t find it, and to this day don’t know what happened to it. It’s odd, because it was kind of large and heavy—and stenchful--to just evaporate.