Smores

We had dinner by the fire outside this evening. Dinner was sushi and red wine followed by smores.Until a few days ago, Dad did not know what smores are (roasted marshmallow and a few squares of chocolate sandwiched between two Graham crackers). This evening Dad and Frost had some practice making smores and eating them.


Grandad discovered that the marshmallow in smores makes them very sticky. I discovered that I really cannot eat more than two half-smores (one cookie each) without feeling sick. While we ate and cooked the raccoon ate the deer food in the feeder nearby. Dad scared him away to let the deer, who were afraid of it, eat. But it returned shortly and the deer went away.


Wren wanted raw marshmallows and chocolate. He was very cranky after missing nap so he got what he wanted. Frost is right, it is unfair that Wren gets his way. I need to work out a better way of avoiding meltdowns and conflict. Wren can be very plaintive and explicit about his needs but utterly irrational at the same time.

Dad is reading the Roadside Geology book and keeps making interesting comments like the news that Washington was inundated 100 times by giant glacial lake collapses and that lahars from earlier erruptions have been gargantuan and reached as far as Tacoma and Renton.

Josh started the fire for me after my firelighter didn't light. His solution was a balled lump of paper towels. These were very successful. This is the only picture I have of someone with a marshmallow on a stick and Joshua does not even eat marshmallows or does so very rarely.