I love a campfires. I love cooking things over a campfire. I might even eat one toasted marshmallow. But not a s'more. No, not because marshmallows are little puffs of artificial junk. (Which they are.) They're just too messy. Seriously, look at my picture on the right side of the blog. I have facial hair. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to spend a night with melted marshmallow goo all around your mouth. Ecch. But then, in one of the old cookbooks my wife found, there was this … [Read more...]