Knit is a Four-Letter Word

Tonight was the last outside family event for 2009 – Cathy’s annual Harvest Feast. Everyone brings food, and we eat, sit around the bonfire, watch a movie on the shed wall, and then make s’mores.

Jeff made his famous chilli – not as hot as usual, but great flavour, and honey crackles (my recipe, but I ran out of time today to get them made, so Jeff stepped in.) I had a bowl of the chilli, and also had chicken and dumpling soup, carrot and raisin salad, hot dogs, hot chocolate with pumpkin spice creamer and a good dozen marshmallows (I like a bit of hot chocolate with my marshmallows!), palmiers and a good handful of cheese puffs. I didn’t get to try at least a half dozen other good things – split pea soup, irish stew, gnocchi with tomato sauce. Everything was good, but extremely filling.

After the movie (Xmen – Wolverine – basically just a litany of reasons to see a majorly buffed up Hugh Jackman wearing not a lot), I was introduced to S’mores. I’ve heard of them, I knew they involved marshmallow chocolate and sweet biscuits (aka cookies called Graham Crackers – for those non-USA’s, these are pronounced Gram Crackers) , but was not completely clear on the consolidation of these three ingredients. As was evinced by my first attempt, where I set the marshmallow on fire, but didn’t get the center melty enough to melt the chocolate bar when smooshing it between two graham crackers.

I ate it anyway – chocolate! marshmallow! Bikkie! What’s not to like? Jeff demonstrated the correct technique on the second one, which I attempted to eat. Only to discover that while one s’more is quite sweet, two s’mores are more sugar than I can handle. Most of the second s’more hit the rubbish bin, while I redressed the overly sweet balance by downing another good handful of lairy orang Cheese Balls.

Many jokes were made about my potential upcoming technicolour yawn, but I went to boarding school and flatted alone on a very tiny budget, the flora and fauna of my digestive system are pretty much iron clad.