the night i got sick of marshmallows but quickly recovered.

one may evening, our fantastic neighbors invited us over for s’mores.  they also invited us to play in their bounce house, but some of us are too big, i guess.
(sigh)
it was a fun evening..

and then them s’mores were started..

now these weren’t just your ordinary, normal campfire, run of the mill marshmallows.  uh-uh.  my dear friend knows me.  she bought the gi-hugant guys.

and i think it’s safe to say that everyone enjoyed them.
 
a picture cannot lie, it got a bit messy.  but it was the kind of messy that was delicious.

peyton loved it.  she calls it camping, and she asks when we are going to go “camping” again.

i will not (but really cannot) tell you how many of these i ate, or how many of those giant marshmallows i ate.  roasted or not.

see, this is my best friend that i love so dearly..  and not just because she bought giant marshmallows and invited us over to eat them..

i busted out some of the leftover easter stash.  that’s right, we roasted peeps.  they were hot.  delicious and hot.  the sugar on the outside becomes this caramelized sugar coating, that is hot (have i already said that these were hot?) and the insides are all mooshy.
their eyes strangely disappeared…
(or maybe it wasn’t strange being as they were chocolate!)

it was officially the best kick-off to summer ever!
(and the girls thoroughly enjoyed their bubble bath in our tub.)
(we had to wash off that campfire smell.)
(i was not going to wash the sheets again that week.)
and that is how i developed a temporary aversion to all things marshmallow.  i was back to eating my marshmallow creme by the spoonful within the next 24 hours.
all is well.