On Saturday night, we had some of our dearest of dear friends come over and enjoy some smores. Random, right? Yeah pretty much. But they just sounded good! We were originally just going to do it over our stove in the kitchen as I learned to do thanks to my Dad who used to enjoy roasted marshmallows over the stove quite often. Not anymore...he is much too healthy for that these days! But then Alex remembered that we were given a mini stove thing (I don't know what they are called but they are used for camping and can be found in the pictures) as a wedding gift. It worked wonders and produced some wonderfully toasted marshmallows for our delicious smores. It also burnt quite a few of Alex's, as he has never had to hold his marshmallow two feet above the flame to have it not burn. Oh well, you learn useful lessons everyday and everyone loves a black marshmallow every once in a while, right?
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