My two eldest and their friends participate in a game of oneupsmanship where they compete to find the weirdest or most awful food item (generally candy) or the cheapest and most awful liquor (other than Ripple and Thunderbird - we're generally talking hard liquor here) to bring to their gatherings. This has given them an eagle eye for such things. Last year, on our way to Camp in Maine, we wandered into a convenience store on our way, and my daughter lit up like a Christmas tree. She'd spotted the Giant Marshmallows. They were a little wider, and a little squatter (and far less nibbled) than the one Mac has, but otherwise very reminiscent. In short order we had what was necessary for S'mores of Unusual Size.
SoUS-es turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. It was simply impossible to get the inside of the thing to get gooey using the traditional stick-and-fire approach. We had to resort to toasting the outside and then microwaving, which would make them a total bust for cooking on the latest Phoenix Foundation wilderness survival course or around the campfire on P3X-525. Mostly, they ended sitting around in our kitchen after we got back from Camp, vanishing one by one as The Whirlwind picked them off one by one. Eventually, even that stopped. They were too much even for our little Carbohydrate-Seeking Missile.
Clearly, Mac has nibbled around his, but is laughingly admitting that he doesn't think he really wants to finish the whole thing.
EDIT: It's marshmAllows, from the mallow plant, not marshmEllows from a squishy and yielding texture. Why can't I ever get my fingers to remember that, when my brain knows that?
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SoUS-es turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. It was simply impossible to get the inside of the thing to get gooey using the traditional stick-and-fire approach. We had to resort to toasting the outside and then microwaving, which would make them a total bust for cooking on the latest Phoenix Foundation wilderness survival course or around the campfire on P3X-525. Mostly, they ended sitting around in our kitchen after we got back from Camp, vanishing one by one as The Whirlwind picked them off one by one. Eventually, even that stopped. They were too much even for our little Carbohydrate-Seeking Missile.
Clearly, Mac has nibbled around his, but is laughingly admitting that he doesn't think he really wants to finish the whole thing.
EDIT: It's marshmAllows, from the mallow plant, not marshmEllows from a squishy and yielding texture. Why can't I ever get my fingers to remember that, when my brain knows that?
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