Actually prescribing the correct way to prepare a marshmallow is just another indication of the latent authoritarian flaws in your ideology. Taste is subjective and fire inherently chaotic, each marshmallow is different, each fire different, and the conditions of each preparation (indeed the fire may not be involved at all!) a subtle dance of infinite variables.
True revolutionaries trust the toaster to figure out how they would like their own marshmallow, and each camp to arrange their own ettique sensitive to local conditions.
i never ate a smores but i remember eating some biscuit sandwich made with some artificial jalapeno flavoring paste and it was nice but i’ll never have them again, i think they were from italy
That sounds unreal, id like yo try a jalapeno paste biscuit . I’ve only had smores once when my cousins who were born in the US introduced them to us. It definitely was a ‘less than the sum of its parts’ camp food. Our camping dessert is a dessert jaffle (toasted sandwich over coals, in a sandwich iron) usually with banana, pb and either jam or golden syrup
i think it WAS unreal because not even my mom remembers where she got them. i somehow remember them. i think that’s what started my love for spicy stuff
If you’ve never had a banana sandwich you’re doing yourself a disservice. I like it with white bread and mushy banana. The dessert jaffle is a souped up version of that. We don’t go in for stuff like nutella or lotus/bischoff because they are less versatile as a camping food
i guess the pression kicked in for me. i don’t have money to get an official diagnosis but i have felt unyipyip for a long-ish time. a few years i guess? time is an illusion
Actually prescribing the correct way to prepare a marshmallow is just another indication of the latent authoritarian flaws in your ideology. Taste is subjective and fire inherently chaotic, each marshmallow is different, each fire different, and the conditions of each preparation (indeed the fire may not be involved at all!) a subtle dance of infinite variables.
True revolutionaries trust the toaster to figure out how they would like their own marshmallow, and each camp to arrange their own ettique sensitive to local conditions.
okay can we at least agree smores are absolute shite
Sounds like seppo bullshit so I’m inclined to agree. Is this leftist unity?
My personal opinion is a slow toast that liquifies the entire center leaving only a micrometer thick browned crust containing the goo.
sounds pretty good even if i never ate a smore nor a burnt marshmallow
also happy cake time day thing or whatever, happy time of account creation! happy birthday? no. happy cake time day thing stuff
Boo
I’m starting a new sect which is a cult of personality based on smorism
i never ate a smores but i remember eating some biscuit sandwich made with some artificial jalapeno flavoring paste and it was nice but i’ll never have them again, i think they were from italy
That sounds unreal, id like yo try a jalapeno paste biscuit . I’ve only had smores once when my cousins who were born in the US introduced them to us. It definitely was a ‘less than the sum of its parts’ camp food. Our camping dessert is a dessert jaffle (toasted sandwich over coals, in a sandwich iron) usually with banana, pb and either jam or golden syrup
whoa, sweet sammich??
i think it WAS unreal because not even my mom remembers where she got them. i somehow remember them. i think that’s what started my love for spicy stuff
If you’ve never had a banana sandwich you’re doing yourself a disservice. I like it with white bread and mushy banana. The dessert jaffle is a souped up version of that. We don’t go in for stuff like nutella or lotus/bischoff because they are less versatile as a camping food
i ate pancakes with banana and chocolate spread that kinda counts
also i do not deserve joy for now
Yup, very much same idea. Yummo
Edit: you always deserve joy
i guess the pression kicked in for me. i don’t have money to get an official diagnosis but i have felt unyipyip for a long-ish time. a few years i guess? time is an illusion