Yesterday's heat put the fiery depths of Mordor to shame. I walked alongside Murphy for the next ten hours, constantly bumping, scratching and basically e-ffing up everything that came my way. I'm also on my third session of Bikram yoga in a hot, hot, hot, hot, hot room -- doing yoga is good, don't get me wrong. It's the after work out pain that is exclusive to people who have been out of shape for too long that I don't like.
To top it all up, I managed to scrape my elbow on the rare occasion that I was very much in the mood to exfoliate (that was such a feminine comment, see what I'm turning into?!!). On days like these when the saying "Fight fire with marshmallows" no longer work, I find molten marshmallows with chocolate and graham crackers to be much more effective.
I'm a complete sucker for homemade s'mores. It's a guilty pleasure (one of many). It's easy, allows you to play with fire and your food, and is incredibly addicting.
My tita introduced me to the "delicate" art of s'mores making for the diabetic at heart. I never forgot it since and have always jumped at the opportunity to make some. I know it's not a rocket-science-culinary-experiment, but you'll be surprised how much fun you can have with it.
graham crackers/digestive biscuits
A bag of big marshmallows
an assortment of chocolate, cut into bite-sized pieces
How to do it:
Take the barbeque stick
stab a marshmallow
bring it to the line of fire, remembering to turn until it is browned and puffy
take a biscuit, top it with the molten marshmallow, pull out stick and put chocolate of choice
|stab one marshmallow. or two.or three. depending on stress level|
It should look somewhat like this. You can opt to put another piece of biscuit to make a sandwich as the open-faced version can get a little gooey and messy.
Or you can do two things we've been taught not to play with: with food and fire.
By the end of it all, I was feeling cool and high in sugar.
I hope you liked that as much as I did. Feel free to experiment! This will go well with some chips to balance the sweetness and some beer on the side if you don't need to wake up early the next day---or if you need an excuse to not do so.
This week has been a total shipwreck save for the how marvelous my basil plants are coping in their new pots. I'm happy to report that I have found 3 willing parents to care for the fragrant little things.
I just can't wait for the weekend.