Brrrr! At 8º Fahrenheit we bundled up and went outside to the fire to enjoy hot dogs and smores. Grandparents and Grandkids were on a mission to enjoy this country day together.
Notice our handy dandy extendible camping forks. Only Grandparents have stuff like this! First, we brown our hotdogs in the fire, then eat them with ketchup. Grandpa was our ketchup dispenser. Yummm. The dogs stood on the side watching. They were certain that we were doing it wrong because, they were not getting any. Especially, the hot dogs.
Next, we switch to the fine art of making smores. Putting perfectly browned marshmellows between graham crackers with chocolate is so yummy. Smores! So, now we have sticky cold fingers but we continue to make more marshmellows.
Unfortunately, with the temp so doggone low our fun time is cut-short. Which, is probably a good thing. It saved us from a terrible sugar overdose. It is just a fact of life that you gotta stop, when your finger tips go numb.
