I went yard-saling this weekend (wow, yard-saling is now a verb to me. Funny how that happens.) At one, I found a s'more roaster for $2. It didn't come with fuel, so I took the cheap route and used isopropyl alcohol. I found out about that little trick while eavesdropping on some sisters in white in the temple.
That doesn't sound good--eavesdropping (not a good act) in the temple (a very good place). Oh well. I wanted to wait and make my graham crackers and marshmallows (follow to links to the recipes) but we just couldn't wait.
S'more coma.
Why bother making the s'more? Just eat each piece! Chayce, can you open that mouth any wider?
Zac, not a fan of having ANY burnt parts (many marshmallows met the fate of the trashcan due to some pickiness), is slow roasting his mallow.
I will probably still make some mallows & crackers, because I have before & they taste infinately better. But still, what a fun evening activity!
2 comments:
I didn't even know they had s'mores roasters. cool.
Can I come make marshmallows and graham crackers with you?
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