We were lucky enough to be invited to spend a whole weekend at a cottage by a lake. And after the crazy hot week we just survived (yes, survived is an accurate description!) the vacation could not have been more opportune. It could have rained the whole time and that would have been fine with me. But, the fates saw fit to grant us a perfectly perfect summer weekend...full of swimming, relaxing and delicious marshmallows.
A silhouette of a girl enjoying her first roasted marshmallow....ever. Crazy, I know. Bad, bad parents.
Papa - the man with a metabolism to die for, double fisting it.
Two big sisters mushing up the uncooked marshmallows into something they like to call "ghost gum"...not sure where this comes from. Far be it for me to question the brains of teenagers.
I think someone could do a study on personality types and how they cook their marshmallows. From raw to charred. What does this say about a person?