Marshmallows A La Inflame`

How do you like my French?

Tonight at Target I marched out of there with a loaf of Nature's Own Buttercrust White Bread, soft and gooey. And a container of Hillshire Farms Ultra Thin Ham. Once in a while I want to eat like the vast majority of Americans eat. White bread and lunch meat. And mayonnaise. Hellmann's. With a glass of milk. Makes me feel like I belong. It's just the only way to go sometimes, and go I will, sooner rather than later if I succumb to these urgings regularly. You can only feel so deprived, you know?

See, I passed up the hotdogs at the church campfire tonight. I placed my gorgeous blackened wiener on Mike's plate, after he finished his first dog. Then I tempted myself at Target later, they sell hotdogs right when you walk in the store, you are basically forced to walk right past them. What kind of abuse is this? I found myself in the dining area reading the menu. They also offer organic mac 'n cheese. For kids. Well, I'm a kid, I've never grown up. But I walked on.

The cutest little girl, maybe 4 years old, was entranced by the bonfire tonight. BTW, Mike's church has the prettiest grounds in St. Petersburg. Lots and lots of grounds, free open spaces for kids to run around, wooded areas, very private, just lovely. Well, I asked this same little girl if I could borrow her roasting stick. She said, Sure, let me do it for you. She was VERY sure of herself. So, she had a high old time setting my mallows, two at a time, on fire and blowing them out, reigniting them . . . repeatedly. I'd say each time, GREAT!, they're ready, thank you! She'd come back with, No, they're not done on this side. And she'd flip them around trying to find a white strip, which she invariably did. Never mind they were ashes everywhere besides. Can't argue with the facts. Back on the burner they went. But I sure enjoyed them, charred as they were on the outside, but plenty warm 'n gooey on the inside. My insides should be good 'n gooey tonight, what with toasted mallows and white bread. White bread fascinates me. I'm sure if I took one slice I could wad and roll it up into the size of a dime. Probably a marshmallow would wad and squeeze into pencil eraser size. Then you could swallow them whole and they would surely expand back to their pseudo size down in the tummy. This could cause problems if you popped too many condensed white bread dimes and marshmallow erasers, thinking it was nothing and all. So, I said to the small girl, Thank you for roasting my marshmallows, they were delicious. She said, Yer welcum. And I was telling the truth. Her technique produced much better results than when I tried to toast last winter. I burned my mallows up so fast they were black on the outside and cold and stiff on the inside. I'm telling you, whoever said, Out of the mouth of babes . . . sure had that right.

Well, I truly enjoyed my ham sandwich, even though it seemed to scratch my double hotdog will power exercised earlier, yet alas to no lasting avail.

When nothing but white starch will do,
KEM