That's my sissy and her fiance Justin. I won't call him a sissy. He's a manly man. Works out doors. Hardcore. We like him. I'm all about hardcore. I gave birth naturally, if you remember.
I love bringing that up.
Carlie likes to make time for family. I like family time, but I'm a slacker when it comes to planning. She is good like that. And she will come to us- bonus! I'll gladly cook if they do the traveling. So we had dinner and some chillin time around the little fire pit. It was lovely.
Even Ginnie decided to sit still for 8 seconds. A record for her.
We roasted and chilled. I like that combo if there has to be any chilling happening. I'm not a cool weather type of person. Gooey marshmallow yumminess takes the edge off.
Look at Justin. He is shielding his goo covered face. I'm sure it was goo covered. I don't have a picture to prove it, because I was trying to un-stick my hands from my own goo covered face, but I'm sure it was a mess. Sure of it.
We are trying to raise up the kids to think roasting is fun and they will want to make us perfectly-light brown-but-completely-gooey inside mallows.
Ginnie is on to us. Not a fan of the roast.
She is more of an immediate gratification kid of girl anyway. She will grab a handful of cold marshmallows and run to the swings.
George has a little more patience.
He likes his mallow medium rare, just toasted, but still cold on the inside.
Liv is learning the art.
She was in a cowgirl mood too.
How did I just notice this?
Where was my brain that night.
I do remember George with his hat. And I can't forget Ginnie's toboggan.
Carlie kept calling her Bebe's kid.
Well, if you know where we live......
But the best part of the night was introducing a couple of amateurs to gourmet s'mores.
We are just trying to spice up their soon-to-be wedded life.
Peanut butter s'moreos to be exact. Justin is addicted to pb. At least it is a cheap addiction.
Yes, I'm sure you figured it out already. It is a pb oreo with a toasted mallow inside.
Some kids in our church's youth group, years ago, did this and I wasn't super impressed
(except for the name- genius, yet understated).
UNTIL I had one with the pb Oreo.
Oh my heaven.
That special kind of chocolate cookie that is only from Oreo.
A perfectly toasted marshmallow.
The pb cream.
Sandwiched in another classic cookie.
I kept admiring it. Like it was art.
It was yummy art.