Excited – and a little wierd
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 know.
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.
Please.
Try making s’mores with peanut butter cups, you may change your mind about whether the mess is worth it or not (Superstore has mini ones in bulk-ish bags, less trash than the Reese’s ones).
Toasted mallows and dry grass. Bad times, man, bad times…
The boys love the hard shell tacos. Mika insists on soft. I find it is too many different foods mixed together either way. We all have our OCDs.
Where are you camping? We’ll be on the island in Aug and would be ever grateful for suggestions on the south and east sides as we’ll be bringing our canvas motel.
Thanks and hope you have a grand time!
M
Chair – that doesn’t fill me with dread but it doesn’t entice me either. I mean, I understand how awesome it would taste but the thought of squeezing two crumbly crackers over a hot marsh mallow and oozing chocolate while sitting by a fire is not my dream experience. Luckily, this doesn’t really impact my life and I won’t need therapy over it. I’ll just drink a beer while everyone else gets their Smore on.
Mariana – We are going to Rathtrevor Beach. Link! http://www.env.gov.bc.ca/bcparks/explore/parkpgs/rathtrevor/
Too bad we won’t be in town when you are here though. It would be nice to meet up.
I know you are already out there so this is a little late but you should try making them with chewy chocolate chip cookies, they aren’t crumbly as graham crackers and they already have the chocolate so all you need to do is toast the marshmallow and squish, much less mess ^_^
Oh our kids love Parksville – and the campfires were a big highlight. Have a great time!
Ada, we’ve never met, but if we could I would grab you and do the happy dance of kindred spirits.
I hate messy food. It drives me nuts. I’m totally OCD about this. I’ve been known to give up entirely on eating something, if it falls apart on me or drips. I only eat hamburgers if I’ve put the condiments on them myself, so as not to have the burger slipping about in the bun. When we have tacos, I break up the tortilla shell and mix it with the other ingredients on my plate — but only after washing my hands of the crumbs and grease from the shell (my 8 year old eats tacos this way too incidentally). And my travel mug is ceramic, so that I don’t have to drink from a plastic lid.
I understand. I really do.
I hate messy food. It drives me nuts. I’m totally OCD about this. I’ve been known to give up entirely on eating something, if it falls apart on me or drips. I only eat hamburgers if I’ve put the condiments on them myself, so as not to have the burger slipping about in the bun. When we have tacos, I break up the tortilla shell and mix it with the other ingredients on my plate — but only after washing my hands of the crumbs and grease from the shell (my 8 year old eats tacos this way too incidentally). And my travel mug is ceramic, so that I don’t have to drink from a plastic lid.
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