The intention was to make s'mores on the grill outside, but due to excessive gabbing around the dining table, the grill was practically cold by the time it was dessert. Plan B? Stove-top marshmallow toasting!
The finished product:
Most of my marshmallows were consumed in flames, but still, it is very difficult to make an inedible marshmallow, so I devoured them anyways.
Why does my sister manage to do absolutely everything better than me? Look at this marshmallow. Have you ever seen a more perfect marshmallow? Why don't mine come out like that?