I’ve never understood the desire to slow-roast marshmallows. Those people who turn their marshmallows methodically at a safe distance from the flames are enigmas to me. Where is the urgency? While you dally near danger in the hopes of getting a perfect toast, I’ve eaten four s’mores.
Marshmallows are meant to be plunged into the heart of a fire. They should burst into flames immediately and when flaming, instead of cries of dismay, one should proudly hold them aloft and only blow them out when one’s fiery mallow is in imminent peril of falling off the stick. Although, for the record, any kid who has experienced summer and the glories of a marshmallow roast will tell you that the marshmallow lost to the flames is still awesome and one marshmallow should probably be sacrificed for this purpose anyway. Kinda of like pouring out a little of your beer for your homies, it’s good karma.
