Growing up I remember my dad telling me how good my grandpa (his dad) was at roasting marshmallows as he spent a lot of time on the mountain as a sheepherder. After letting the Mallow hover over the flames and occassionally rotating it just the right amount, what resulted was the perfect golden brown Mallow.
I wish I could claim that I have perfected the art but find myself enjoying starting the Mallow on fire thus going straight to the charcoal color Mallow. Hoping to pass the tradition on to my son we roasted marshmallows in our firepit for family home evening. Parker's roasting experience was as follows (pictures tell the story):
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