It’s five a.m. and I’m on my third marshmallow with the coffee brewing. Off to a good start. Not the best food choice but I seem to be doing well enough for my age – years of exercise, perhaps.
Speaking of marshmellows, we decided to roast them for Easter this year. We prefer to incinerate them. Nothing beats a carbonized shell filled with what survived. The inside also makes a nice dirt magnet and hair sealant.
We whittled sticks for the occasion but I couldn’t get mine thin enough. I might as well have been using a broom stick.
Surprisingly, our son, whom we’d dragged out of his trailer for family time, suggested we roast again the next day.
My husband is easy to feed and I like to cook so we’re good for each other. He’ll eat anything except seafood (some varieties look like insects, he says) and cottage cheese.
He finds tortillas especially useful and would put a trout in one, only the fish is too close to a seafood (I guess). Yesterday, I saw him crammed into the pantry from the waist up, looking for a snack. Later I caught him ladling last night’s hamburger gravy into a sourdough bun he’d hollowed out. Not so bad except he was eating it cold. I’m grateful he recently discovered cooking with Chef Ramsey.
We always have sweets around but we also keep plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables on hand. It’s tick season so we have a cutting board filled with fresh cut garlic and tomatoes to snack on throughout the day. Garlic can make you nauseous if eaten by itself, thus the tomatoes. We smell but that’s the point – theoretically, the ticks also think we stink.
We could do away with the sweets and be perfect but what is life about if you can’t enjoy a charcoal encrusted lump of sugergoo that’s guaranteed to dissolve your tooth enamel on contact?