A camping tradition passed down through the generations, for years now humans have been roasting the gooey, sticky, sugary goodness known as marshmallows over open flames. But tonight we did the unthinkable, we roasted marshmallows in the middle of suburbia.
Blasphemy, you're thinking! Marshmallows in your back garden! An atrocity! And of course, you may be correct, perhaps such delicious treats should only be available as part of the cold,wet and occasionally just plain uncomfortable experience of camping, but sitting here, browning my marshmallow to perfection: slightly crusty on the outside and wonerfully soft on the inside, I honestly can't find it in me to care...
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