mallows...
over the summer pops took all the grandkids to the store for supplies and came back with smore ingredients. a typical maneuver.
so after a day at the pool we circled up for some mallow chocolate goodness.
there is something magical about smores.
whenever I have one I feel like I'm going back in time.
as a kid my mother the social butterfly would arrange these family nights with her friends and their families in the summertime.
we would all park it on the soft sand at the beach and eat dinner with a backdrop of the sunset. then we sit around the fire-pit, eat smores, and laugh.
I miss those days.
somehow the marshmallow shake at stand isn't quite the same.
close... but not the same
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