Summertime. Lemonade, grilling out, long walks, and S’mores. Our fire pit is used year round but recently we have made it a bit of a routine to roast bounties of marshmallows and make S’mores. There is something relaxing about holding a stick with a marshmallow close enough to the fire for that perfectly browned finish. Then making that S’more and finding the perfect eating position so not to wear it. Kinda bent over, leaning into the S’more but with it slightly higher than your mouth to catch any dripping chocolate.
The other night, I told of a time I had been around a fire in Poland and while we Americans were making S’mores, the ingredients of which were easily obtained from the commissary, some Poles were roasting kielbasa. Oh those kielbasa giving off that scrumptious aroma while its juices dripped into the fire. We each had something the other wanted and could not get, nor could we speak eachother’s language. We all ended up sharing and found that mmm mmming in English is the same as in Polish.
Thanks to Rob, my brother for the great photos (1,5,6) and the very cute props, his two children, Graham and Mia.