beach bonfire

It's been quite a while since I've been to a bonfire. It seems like everyone back in Pennsylvania has a fire pit in their backyard, and some even have portable pits on their back patios. Sitting around a fire is always a soothing social activity. Everyone slows down and has all the time in the world to chat and laugh, mesmerized by the flames.

This was our first beach bonfire. NS found a secluded spot near our place, gathered some shipping pallets, chopped up the firewood with his brand new hatchet, and we were ready. 

[Sidenote: Along with a hatchet, NS also bought a machete, and an oil lantern. These are his contributions to our hurricane kit. Oh, sweet security.]

Our pals brought s'mores elements: graham crackers, marshmallows, and Cadbury chocolate bars. [Yes, that's right, British-influenced s'mores. Just because Hershey's was nowhere to be found. (They were delicious.)]

They (she) also brought a camera. For the purposes of documentation, pinky-in-the-air style. Love it.

S'more-making makes me laugh. Everyone thinks they have perfected the method. There's the embers-make-the-best-brown crowd. Then some adhere to the catch-it-on-fire-and-blow-it-out trick. Others sear the outside, then pull the black crust off, leaving the gooey middle.

In any case, as long as it ends up on a graham cracker with some (dark) chocolate, I'm happy. (And even happier if NS assembles the messy deliciousness for me.) Always satisfying.

I vote for more summer bonfires. No, make that year-round.

So, anyone up for some toasty chocolate? Or better yet, some mountain pies?? I vote summer as the most wonderful time of the year.


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