Elaine and I were inseparable during our freshman and sophomore years at Boston University. Everyone thought we were roommates freshman year, so we decided (despite various warnings to the contrary) to actually room together sophomore year, and we had a ball. We were THOSE roommates, the good girls who were complete goofballs, who finished each other's sentences, and could speak in shorthand to each other - one word could sometimes convey a paragraph.
Though we split up junior year - I went to live in the newly-formed Education House, and she went to live in a spacious quad with some other friends, then to an apartment senior year - we always found time for each other, and we have continued to do so post-college. Sometimes it was just emails to each other, when she was in Connecticut. Thankfully, since she moved back home, it's meant getting together for dinner every few months, too. It's been a lot of fun reconnecting, and discovering that we still read each other's thoughts. We're also both in the process of adopting, and it has been such a joy and comfort to share the journey with her.
Last night we went for a short walk with our spouses, had dinner at the Himalayan Bistro (if you're anywhere near it, I recommend a visit!), then walked back to their house for S'mores around the fire pit. The guys got the fire going, while Elaine and I got the graham crackers, chocolate (dark and milk - more on that below), and marshmallows ready.
As we were doing this, Elaine fired a marshmallow at me.
I, of course, threw it back, which led to a full-scale, all-out game of marshmallow volleyball across the island in their kitchen. We were laughing so hard, and so loudly, I was really surprised that the guys didn't hear us and come in to investigate (or simply to see what was taking us so long). They didn't, though. We finally declared game over, attempted to compose ourselves, and joined the guys at the fire pit, where we toasted marshmallows (no, we didn't toast the "game ball") and made S'mores until we were absolutely stuffed.
About the S'mores: I had picked up a bar of Ghirardelli 60% cacao chocolate, thinking that perhaps the dark chocolate might make for a more sophisticated S'more. To my great surprise, I preferred the taste of the traditional, plain ol' Hershey bars; Elaine concurred. I think I may be forced to conduct some further, carefully-controlled scientific testing over the course of the summer.
If you're not familiar with S'mores, shame on you. Get going, no excuses: sandwich some chocolate and a gooey toasted marshmallow (preferably toasted over a campfire) between two graham cracker squares. It's quite possibly the best summer dessert ever.
A postscript: While writing this, I noticed that my engagement ring is clogged with marshmallow. Excellent.
2 spoons thrown:
I hate to interupt you while you are busy licking your jewels, but that sounds like a fun evening.
For my part, I do prefer dark chocolate but that is just a matter of how sweet a dessert I can take, so if I was making them, I would definitely offer both types like you did.
I love your posts!
And who doesn't know about smores? Seriously. I want names...
(on second thought, my own daughter is not yet familiar)
Note to self: pencil in some serious smore time this summer.
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