Charred, browned, or crisp,
It still tastes the same when it gets to our lips.
I think most of the marshmallows I toasted were over a fire in our fireplace during winter.
Less frequent was toasting one over a bonfire since we were not a camping family.
There was one time that Dad rented a pop-up camper for a weekend at LuWisiMo.
There was a Sterno stove and camp cooking gear in case we managed to catch some fish worth cleaning and eating.
I recall a long walk from the campsite to the bathroom and shower building.
There was a thunderstorm outside the flimsy plastic "windows" of the camper that lit up the woods where we camped.
It was a good time and one Dad and I enjoyed. Just not enough to where it became a tradition.
Many years later, after my sister came along - we camped in up in North Wisconsin. The two primary memories from that trip was the extreme cold that required a trip into town to purchase jeans and sweatshirts and a marathon Monopoly game on a rainy day that we played all the way to the finish.
It's National Marshmallow Toasting Day, so it would be an excellent time to stab a marshmallow with a sharp stick and find a nice little campfire.
Take your time, since patience is rewarded when it comes to marshmallow toasting. Then enjoy as the long lines of white goo stretch from your teeth back to the toasting stick.
A holiday to celebrate indeed.
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