Golden Roasted Sweetness

I pulled my chair closer to the fire, determined to roast my marshmallow before the rain turned into a miserable drizzle tonight. It had taken me forever to get the fire going in the chimenea and I was not to be turned away from some backyard ambience by the rain drops that were finding their way through the overhanging branches.

I pulled my raincoat closer about my shivering body as I hunkered down intently, getting my marshmallow toasted to deep golden perfection with just a hint of darkness around the edges. The graham crackers were perched carefully on one knee, while the piece of milk chocolate rested on the other, waiting to recieve the puffy sweet center that would become sandwiched between them.

The wind picked up, the sparks roared fiercely up the chimney, and just when I feared my intended treat would turn into a soggy disaster, the marshmallow had reached perfection. One quick movement slid the warm and gooey puff ball onto the crackers and then....ahhhhh!

I slouched down in my chair, stretched my legs close to the merry fire and defiantly ignored the weather as I munched on the season's first s'more.