Phunny, but I never used a coat hanger. Anytime we went camping, my Dad would pick out the perfect twig and with a pocket knife he would carve a point at the end. On the other end he would carve our initials because my brother always tried to steal my twig. No matter how long we stayed at that campsite, we each used our own twig. Didn’t care about the ants or other bugs crawling on it….we just stuck a weenie or a marshmallow on the end and stuck it in the fire. God, those were great times.
We never had smores. Instead we would get a piece of tin foil and in it we would put an unpeeled banana. Cut a slit in the banana and fill with chocolate pieces, mini marshmallows, nuts and anything else. Wrap the whole thing up and put it in the coals. Wait impatiently until Dad says it’s OK to pull it out, unwrap and enjoy. Yummy!
Randi, I really don’t get a lunch break. I eat at my desk and work at the same time or sometimes, like now, I sneak a chance to check out PT. Say, what is for lunch anyway???
BT, another round please.
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Originally Posted by RedHedd
Mmmmmm s'mores! although LOL @ the wire hangar, but that's what us City folks would do.
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