My boys love campfires. No, they don’t sit around the fire and chat, watching the glowing embers and relaxing. (We save that for after bed time…along with a beverage or two…Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me….if you know me, you are laughing now.) No, they enjoy one thing about campfires, the S’mores. They were introduced to this delicacy by dear friends of our on last year’s trip north. Circus Boy #1 even invented the York Peppermint Patty S’more at that time. Which is, as the title implies, a gooey marshmallow on top of a peppermint patty and sandwiched between two graham crackers, instead of the slab of milk chocolate.
Anyway, on this year’s trip north our friends again sugared our children (we told them it was ok). They have the extra sugar variety of marshmallow roasting sticks, which allows the user to toast two marshmallows at once over the camp fire. Then of course both marshmallows are stuffed with the desired hunk of chocolate into the S’more sandwich.
After enjoying one of the sticky bundles, Circus Boy #1 asked for another.
“Sure,” I said. After all, we are on “vacation.” (If one can call a 2,000 mile road trip with four little kids a vacation.) “But just use one marshmallow.”
“Ok,” he says.
Our circus friend, Mr. David, fixed Circus Boy #1 up with a marshmallow on a roasting stick.
“I need a marshmallow on that side,” said CB1 pointing to the empty tine.
“Mommy said one marshmallow.”
“Oh yes, just one marshmallow…………oh yes, just one……on each side. See?”
We assured him that was not what I had meant.
“Can you put the chocolate on the cracker for me?”
The chocolate was placed on one piece of the two grahams waiting to do their sandwich duty.
“On each side?”
Can’t blame him for trying.