The kids were beside themselves with giddiness and glut. At one point, long after last call, we found George approaching the fire with five marshmallows on a stick (one of each flavor). Meaghan stepped in; crisis averted.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
S'more and s'more and s'more
The highlight of each day in Beaver Creek was the apres ski s'more roast. An endless supply of gourmet, homemade marshmallows; milk and dark chocolate; graham crackers; and crackling fire. What a perfect way to end a day on the slopes—with a blood sugar infusion and a place to warm your toes. (Of course, it was pretty perfect even for those of us who skipped skiing.)
The kids were beside themselves with giddiness and glut. At one point, long after last call, we found George approaching the fire with five marshmallows on a stick (one of each flavor). Meaghan stepped in; crisis averted.
The kids were beside themselves with giddiness and glut. At one point, long after last call, we found George approaching the fire with five marshmallows on a stick (one of each flavor). Meaghan stepped in; crisis averted.
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that looks like so muh fun!!!! i'm glad you got to get away from the drama of moving--even for a little while.
Looks like so much fun! Do you have a good homemade vegetarian marshmallow recipe? I've been looking for one, but haven't actually tried any of them yet.
Jayme, I haven't figured out veg marshmallows. Honestly, I don't like marshmallows, so the only time we ever encounter them is when we have smores (a couple times a year). I'm OK having a don't-ask-don't-tell policy on the rare occasions that the kids have them.
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