|I like my roasted marshmellas without any pesky golden-brownness!|
Well, ya know, it was a wonderful, long weekend. I loved every minute of it!
One of the most notable things about this weekend is that for the first time ever in my life is that I got to roast marshmellas all by myself, with no grown-up intervention. I had my own stick, and my own spot at the fire, and I learned something about myself.
I learned that I really like my roasted marshmellas rare. I stick 'em in the fire just long enough to heat 'em up, but not to impart any of that pesky golden-brownness or bubbles or caramelization the Grownups like. I wouldn't have known this, if the Big People in my life were still cookin' my marshmellas for me!
So even though I'm talkin' about marshmellas today, I feel like a Really Big Cheese, now that I know I like my roasted marshmellas rare!
Hey. I'll see ya tomorrow, Big People! I love ya lots! Muah!