Thursday, September 15, 2011
Pyromaniacs
Lucky for us, the house we rented on vacation had a fire pit. Instead of buying wood the man and his brother decided to chop some. That was quite entertaining; watching them trying to out-do each other as lumberjacks.
Once there was enough chopped wood, it was time to build the fire. The men did an excellent job building one.
Once the fire was at a suitable heat and flame height, it was time to get out the s'mores stuff.
Last year I needed help holding the marshmallow over the flames and this year was no different; I still required assistance. My lady helped me roast the marshmallow to the perfection; slightly golden brown, not burnt.
The woman had to help me out eating them; she held them for me, otherwise, my feathers would have gotten sticky, which would not have been a good situation for anyone.
After our bellies were full of s’mores, it was time to kick back with my lady and enjoy the fire.
Of course, the man had to get up and poke the fire; in fact, all the men took their turn poking around in it.
It made me wish the man and I had a fire pit at home. Hopefully, someday we will.
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