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When the Cravings Call…

October 14, 2009

Last weekend we went camping with some of our friends. You know, camping for real, in the mountains and with tents and dutch ovens and campfires and sleeping bags and air mattress’s and stuff. And it was so much fun.  Creamie came along, and she was great.  We bundled her up so she couldn’t move because it was pretty cold (37 degrees when we went to bed) but she stayed nice and toasty warm.

camping with creamie

There were only a few small mishaps… like a giant racoon and his friends making an appearance around 4:30ish.  They stole the Redvines.  Which, truth be told, I was pretty happy about. ( I hate Redvines.  And Twizzlers. And any other red sort of licorice.  If it’s not soft and bitter and black, then I am not interested. End of that story.)

hubby + creamie camping

Anyway, point of the fisrt story- tonight I was craving s’mores.  When you are camping you can eat s’mores like 8 times a day.  Breakfast?  Sure, they go with hot chocolate.  Dinner? Duh.  Midnight Snack? Why not!  So tonight, I got the urge.  Like, can’t stop thinking about them for 3 hours craving s’mores.

smores[ image ]

In our first apartment we had a gas stove, and I would sometimes hold my marshmallow over the flame on a fork  to toast it.  But in our house now we just have a flat top electric- which is ideal for lots of things- not ideal for indoor s’mores.  I decided I better give it a shot and tried one, but it never got toasty caramelized brown- just warm and gooey, which is only 50% of the point.  Bummer.  Enter Plan B.

(Plan B swoops in from stage right in a cloud of genius)

Plan B: Sit on the floor in front of the open oven door with the broiler cranked up and holding my marshy-mellows on a summer BBQ Skewer… carefully turning them and making sure they don’t fall off to their certain death on the oven floor.  Procede to stack brown and toasty marshy-mellows on graham crackers and double chocolate pieces.  Consume immediately.  Repeat.  Again. And again.

Result:  Delicious!

9 Comments leave one →
  1. October 14, 2009 10:37 pm

    OK, so not trying to give my daughter a complex or anything- but those clothes make her face look so much chunkier (see how I said chunky, not fat) than her regular spindly self….. I think it’s the hat. I think she’ll wear it all winter :0)

  2. Lyndi permalink
    October 15, 2009 12:09 am

    your blog is so cute. I think I need some pointers. 🙂

  3. Jared permalink
    October 15, 2009 9:04 am

    Labeling the pictures in the bottom left makes it look official. Why don’t you like red licorice? I thought you loved everything pink, and red is closer to pink than black. I just don’t want to to live a double standard life when it comes to colors, that’s all.

    • October 15, 2009 1:43 pm

      They say that pink is the new black. So, I guess that makes them more related than red. That’s my story and I’m sticking with it.

  4. October 15, 2009 6:39 pm

    Adorable pictures!
    Thanks for the tip with the broiler. Great idea #84!

  5. Kim permalink
    October 16, 2009 11:27 am

    Erica, ah, another reason we can’t be friends. I love twizzlers and redvines. However, I do love smores as well so maybe there is hope!

  6. October 19, 2009 11:30 am

    You, m’dear, are a nerd. A totally adorable, marshy-mellow and black licorice lovin’ nerd.

    Heart!

    xox

  7. Rachel permalink
    October 21, 2009 9:50 pm

    I have not seen pictures of your little girl forever, she is so cute. I love he picture of her and Scott! I too love black better, not a big fan of the red stuff. The smore’s another favorite! Who knows, maybe we are related 🙂 …well, one can wish!

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