Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Ode to the Sweet Gooey Goodness

Roasting marshmallows.

Nothing breathes summer like the smell and taste of slightly blackened marshmallows.

I have yet to get up to the mountains and build a sweet bonfire to cook my mallows over. Does that mean that my summer has not yet begun?

Last night I needed some. It wasn't a want, it wasn't a casual desire, it was a matter of life and death. I needed some marshmallows.

After cleverly concocting a plan to go to the grocery store (we were out of soap) I rushed out into the night, purchased the sweet contraband and ripped into the bag, popping a large soft gooey delight into my mouth... and was bitterly disappointed.

So I did what any normal person would do.

I ate a couple dozen more.

I guessed those marshmallows must have been off.

Well, this morning, while trying to get over my sore let down from last night, I ate another.

Then I got an idea.

Did you know you can roast marshmallows in your oven? Just turn it onto broil, grab a meat fork (you know, the really long metal two pronged fork) and patiently hold the mallow up to the broiler. I don't even have a gas oven, and it still worked.

Realization and relief swept through my body as the warm morsel slowly oozed down my throat in all it's yummy goodness. The marshmallows weren't off, it was me. I didn't need just any marshmallow, I needed a roasted marshmallow.

And then once again, all was right in my little universe.
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