Went camping last weekend. One night solo, my best one of those yet. Kay appeared the next day. The day after that, we had people over, some stayed, some just ate. It was all quite glorious.
One morning I was up ahead of the rest. I made a fire and put the kettle over it. The kettle was fairly high above the fire, and it had quite a bit of water in it. I got my meditation bench out and spread out a mat right next to the fire and assumed the position. My eyeballs were aimed at the kettle. I had a couple logs next to me prepared to put on the fire as needed.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I do know that the kettle did start making that pained screechy sound it makes when it has boiling water inside. So I can now attest, first hand, that a watched pot does in fact boil.