Marshmallows

Keyword: marshmallows

I will only eat marshmallows one way and that is roasted over an open fire. I can envision a sweet-smelling summer evening beside a roaring fire, marshmallows in one hand and a stick stripped of its bark in the other. I don't like the marshmallows to be lightly toasted, I like them black and crispy on the outside and oozing with white gooey filling on the inside. This kind of treat was always my favorite as a kid. I remember running around in the yard catching lightning bugs and watching them crawl around on my hand while I waited for my black marshmallow treats my mom made for me. Eat one and then go play, eat another and back to those magical bugs, eat just one more and get all that black crusty stuff in my teeth and then I was done. Three was my limit when I was a kid. Now I think I can eat double that. Summer nights, honeysuckle, lightning bugs, and ooey-gooey marshmallows...sweet memories!