The fact that I don’t have Type 2 Diabetes comes as a shock to every medical practitioner I see. I’m just coming down from the sugar high I had last night at Rehobeth Beach, Delaware.
They had a bonfire at the beach where they provided marshmallows for children to roast or as it appeared to me, flame them down to a charred, black tar suitable only for sliming back into the primordial ooze.
Never one to do things halfway, we bought marshmallows, Hershey’s chocolate bars (the official chocolate for smores) and graham crackers. I scrimped and bought off-brand graham crackers, a mistake I will never make again.
My wife dropped me and the kids off at the beach and we made our way down to the bonfire, small pits with a few pieces of wood chuckling away inside. The pits were big enough to roast marshmallows, but not big enough for a whole child. Didn’t stop my son from roasting a finger instead of a marshmallow, but that’s another story.
We started off eating a Hersheys Chocolate Bar with Almonds and roasted and ate our first marshmallows on sticks provided by the beach we were staying at. Then I popped open the marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate and each of us had smores.
Did I forget to mention that we hadn’t dinner yet? This is definitely something you should not try at home….
Heidi had left us to go find dinner and hadn’t made it back to us yet. When she did bring dinner, the most healthy thing we had to eat were the potato chips. Followed with two more rounds of smores and you may wonder why we bothered to drive to the beach?
We could have flown, run, run backwards, done backflips and still had a buzz strong enough to chop down a small forest. Wonder what’s for dessert?