Hey Katt, wish you could have joined us Saturday for a marsh mellow roasting party. Duane got the bon fire going and we found jumbo mash mallows at the supermarket. No frills, just the mellow melt. yum. Here is one of our friends from Iran trying out her first all American puff ‘perfectly roasted’ although there is a wide range of opinions about the perfectly roasted marshmallow. Some like a little black from the fire. I am partial toward the evenly brown toasted.
It started off a snowy day and then the sun came out and melted most of it away. Here is Arlo in the foreground with our friend Annie. I made sure he was bundled up – and he practically looked like a marshmallow. Not to be roasted of course.