S'more of what?

     Often times my Fave and I unselfishly put Syd to bed early so we can do things together that a kid would enjoy without actually having one around. Sometimes we end up playing a game or eating a dessert that Syd didn't know we had, however, the last two nights — we've been roasting marshmallows and making s'mores.

     The first night we pretended our new barbecue was a campfire, we weren't completely prepared and ended up having to use wooden skewers that were far from flame proof. However, the s'mores themselves turned out good, I noticed that I was roasting one marshmallow at a time and my Fave was roasting two. I wasn't surprised because she typically picks up new skills quicker that I do, and she's also better at eating dessert than I am.

One mallow, vs. two mallows (photo: PandP)

     She claimed that roasting two marshmallows for my s'more was the only way to go, so I decided to try it her way. I bought metal skewers for the second night to support the extra weight of the added mallow. First I ran the idea by Jak, who wasn't so sure about the two-marshmallow method.

Not sure about this (photo: PandP)

     As unsure as Jak and I were — sure enough, my Fave was right. Two marshmallows is the way to go.

My Fave burning her mallows (photo: PandP)

     What my Fave didn't expect was that I would quickly become the master of her technique, and that my s'mores would appear more appetizing than hers. She also didn't expect me to take a picture for documentation. In the photo below she's trying to reposition her s'more for the camera.

Wait, "it looks better from this angle" (photo: PandP)

     It didn't help, here's her s'more after the repositioning.

This poor s'more (photo: PandP)

     And here's mine after two nights of s'more training — the student becomes the teacher.

     As my Fave walked away in defeat with marshmallow stuck to her chin, she muttered, "hand me your stick so I can get the gooey white stuff off."