|The little candle, lighting our dinner. The match is there beside it. That is how small it is!|
|He likes to sit at the table with us now, on a stool. He gets a little offended at the high chair.|
|I can't see my food. From this light it looks like dog food, actually. It's really good, promise!|
|Brooks, the only child who shares my love of the fire engulfed 'mallow, told me I was "the best ever". Yes, I told him, I might just be :-)|
Please don't tell me that we've somehow ingested carcinogens with our haphazard cooking method. I did consider the possibility that it might not be the "same kind of fire", as a real campfire. (As even by that very statement I have likely proved, I know NOTHING about fire). But I figured off-setting that with using a clean fork, instead of a branch from a tree that has possibly been peed on...we'd live. So far so good.