One of the things I remember growing up was that excited anticipation for our turn at the charcoal grill. Dad would barbecue up something special, like his Marinated Beef Kabobs or fresh ground burgers. When he was all finished, those glowing red coals were ours. And nothing is better to a child then making your own gooey, dripping with molten goodness S’More. From a child’s perspective, the whole point of stoking the Weber or building a campfire in the evening is for roasting marshmallows. When I got older, I appreciated a campfire for it’s evening warmth and piping hot morning coffee. But as a child, it was all about toasting marshmallows.
Kiddo came wandering into the kitchen and offered to help with dinner. I love that about him – offering to help. I told him I had dinner under control. I mean, how much help do you need when making Franks and Beans?