A requirement when we are visiting my parents is to relax at night with a fire in the backyard. The rain on Saturday night prevented the usual evening event, but we still had all the fixin's for s'mores (also a requirement) that we did not want to go to waste. So, before heading back to Chicago Sunday afternoon, we cleaned out the firepit and got some sparks flying!
Ahh, the perfect s'more. I have yet to accomplish this - my marshmallows always end up a bit too charred on the outside or bursting into flames. I think this may have something to do with my impatience level. . .
My sister, on the other hand, has this down to a science. Golden Brown edges and a gooey center - marshmallowy perfection.