It's British Invasion time here at Camp APP. Zoe's college friend, Jenny, and her kids, are here visiting and for the kids, it's their first time stateside. I last met up with Jenny on our trip to the Isle of Wight last May. She is always a lot of fun and usually the first person to correct the way I say carmel...or is it kar-a-mel? Ask the Starbucks Barista.
During their stay, we plan on packing in as many "American" things as we can.
One of the most important American traditions Zoe adores and brings out for visitors are Smores.
Smores involve two of my favorite things: sharp pointy objects and fire. A marshmallow is mercilessly speared on a stick, skewer or flame retardant finger and plunged into the depths of a hot fire.
As the white sweet bomb sucks up the heat and begins to caramelize, it is withdrawn from the fire and released on to pieces of chocolate nestled between two halves of a graham cracker. In so doing, the heat from the marshmallow melts the chocolate turning the makeshift cracker sandwich into something you may want "some more" of. As anyone who has had them knows, they are a pure delight.
Jenny's kids jumped right in and lapped them up. We couldn't make them fast enough. Bean, insisted on savoring every bite. He's a smore pro.
In the end, there were a lot of full bellies and an overall desire for the next smores adventure to include either a smaller fire or longer skewers. Sorry, the smores fire building operation got me a little excited.