This brings up fond memories. In 1976, I rented a small Airstream trailer, and my girlfriend and I toured the Mid-Atlantic states. During the day, we just ate at fast food places, but once we got to a trailer park, we could connect to an electric line and the stove in the trailer worked fine for cooking, grilling and broiling. So, no special cookbook was needed. We broiled steaks, cooked stews, etc.
The only problem with this small trailer was that when we had sex before dinner, it rocked so much that often someone next to us would come over and knock at the door to ask if everything was alright.

~ Happy is he who can discover the causes of things, for thereby he has mastered all fear, and is throned above fate. -- Goethe ~