Saturday, July 18, 2009


I think of my mom all the time.

Tonight, as I stood in the kitchen making my s'more, I had a flashback to the very first time she ever showed me that it could be done!

I mean who else would have taught me that a marshmallow on the end of a fork over the bright, red blazing hot coils of an electric stove could "roast " just like outside by the campfire! Such a delicious treat without the hassle, the smell or the bugs. THANKS MOM!

P.S. Don't try this at home... unless you have her there to supervise. Afterall she is a professional!

1 comment:

  1. the best toasted smores ** the easy way,you bet