Cravings

Nope, not pregnant. That's what everyone thinks when they hear that word.

Nevertheless, it is the word the most accurately describes what I've been experiencing. I am craving roasted marshmallows. I want the campfire, burned on the end of a stick taste of those gooey summer delicacies.

Marshmallows, I can do. Campfire in the middle of the city however is not so easy. So, I improvised. I learned that if I turn a burner on high, stick the marshmallow to a meat thermometer and quickly touch it to the burner, it will catch on fire.

Doesn't it look delicious?????