Wednesday, April 22, 2009


So tonight I taught the Italians how to make smores.  My parents sent ingredients because Italy does not sell anything that is similar to a marshmallow.  Most Italians have never tasted it's smooshy goodness, or even seen one before.  
Graham crackers were another mystery to them.  Italians haven't grasped the concept of cinnamon in a cracker yet.  They didn't exactly survive the trip to Italy (our smores had many pieces stuck on them), but they were good anyhow.  
They also didn't want to use sticks, so we started with kabob sticks until our hands were becoming red.  Then we went out in the pitch black to gather some olive branches for the roasting.
They were a big hit.  I think it will soon become the new rage.  

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