Very soon we will be camping. Last year was such a wonderful experience that we hope to do this more and more often. However, as wonderful as it was, the weekend we chose to go had a fire ban in effect. There won’t be a ban this year.
This means marsh mellows! Hot dogs! Smores!
Actually, I don’t anticipate the smores being all that popular. Despite the allure of chocolate, I hate smores. It’s the… messiness of it all.
I sound a little OCD when I talk about food sometimes, though.
I was amazingly well into my late teens, perhaps even my early twenties before I actually elected to eat a hamburger. Hot dogs just seemed… less messy.
I can’t even really describe to you my feelings around hard shell tacos. Suffice to say, I think they are silliest food item on the face of the earth. They are hard and filled with crumbly bits of burger, shredded lettuce and messy sauce. Once you bite into the hard shell it cracks. OF COURSE IT CRACKS! And everything goes everywhere. As a child, my heart sank whenever I saw them for dinner. I see them in the grocery store now and silently applaud myself for making it to adulthood and never having to endure the torture of hard shelled tacos again.
If there is nothing else left in life, I can be happy that I have the choice to avoid the hard shell taco.
Life is beautiful.
Actually, I was never a fan of the marsh mellow either, really. Too sticky. Too sweet. Too hot.
Hot dogs. That’s where it’s at.
And perhaps bananas in foil. I can handle mess with a spoon. I’m like the opposite of a 2 year old – or Billy Bob Thorton because I hate plastic in my mouth.
Oh Lord, I sound insane.
Someone comment that they are somewhat near my line of thinking here.