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.