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.