One thing I love about summer.
The smell of busy grills barbequing in sweet little neighborhoods.
Families gathered together in the back yard grilling and goofing off together.
At the end of the night after a big BBQ, the sparkles of a bonfire escaping into the midnight breeze.
Friends sitting around the fire with marshmallows on sticks, ready to be sandwiched in between 2 hunks of chocolate bars & graham crackers. Some like the marshmallow burnt, almost black and crispy with a gooey center. I am one of the people who like my marshmallows slightly brown and puffy.
I bonded my nostalgia of a S'more with a cupcake the other night, and sold them to the world the next morning. I tried a little spoonful of the batter while conducting my cupcake chemistry, and it tasted exactly like a graham cracker and a marshmallow. I was in heaven, and just wanted to eat all the batter out of the bowl.
But I didn't, so fate took over and I baked a S'more into a cupcake.
The smell of busy grills barbequing in sweet little neighborhoods.
Families gathered together in the back yard grilling and goofing off together.
At the end of the night after a big BBQ, the sparkles of a bonfire escaping into the midnight breeze.
Friends sitting around the fire with marshmallows on sticks, ready to be sandwiched in between 2 hunks of chocolate bars & graham crackers. Some like the marshmallow burnt, almost black and crispy with a gooey center. I am one of the people who like my marshmallows slightly brown and puffy.
I bonded my nostalgia of a S'more with a cupcake the other night, and sold them to the world the next morning. I tried a little spoonful of the batter while conducting my cupcake chemistry, and it tasted exactly like a graham cracker and a marshmallow. I was in heaven, and just wanted to eat all the batter out of the bowl.
But I didn't, so fate took over and I baked a S'more into a cupcake.
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