no holiday is complete without the festival of fire, along with the inventiveness of roasting things never meant to be roasted. Like potato chips.
marshmallows yes. Party mints...um...
taste test of chips brushed with barbecue sauce. Which seems an inefficient way of getting barbecue chips, with an apparently underwhelming result.
but the best part, at least for these two - the ritual of dousing the fire, with suitable pagan anointings, chants, and paeans, and no doubt a guarantee towards successful barbecues in the future.
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