Thursday, July 1, 2010
I've had the worst craving for roasted marshmallows lately. It all started in the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, when I was minding my own business and happened past a s'more display. Forget the graham cracker, forget the chocolate (yeah, I said it)-- it was the alluring scent of a bag of perfectly plump tasty marshmallows that drew me closer. I could practically see that little marshmallow impaled on a stick as it crisped over an open flame (burned at the stake?). I like mine a little on the dark side, even to the point where it can catch on fire. Mmm. MMM.
But, I resisted the urge to scoop up the entire display of marshmallows and stuff them in my carriage. We weren't camping (usually the only time we eat roasted marshmallows) any time soon, and toasting them over a gas grill just doesn't seem right.
Yet the craving persists. Every week I have to walk by that display, te sweet smell drawing me in, and every week my resolve gets weaker and weaker. The gas grill idea is sounding just fine these days. And so is firing up the fireplace--so what if it's 90* outside. This is the desperation of the craving. I must have a roasted marshmallow soon. Just one. Okay, two. But soon...
Do you ever get cravings like this? Do you feed them or ignore them?
Posted by Heather Webber at 6:56 AM