Kenneth went on a campout with the scouts. His first without any of our own boys, because Truman turned 14 and moved on to bigger and better things. We, at home, wanted to share in the camping spirit. We roasted hotdogs for dinner. The hotdogs were really an excuse for roasting peeps. These are quite a treat if you can get over the thought that the cute little chick shapes are tormented over the hot coals. The sugar on the outside melts and caramelizes, leaving you with a crisp sugar shell full of melted marshmallow cream! No chocolate needed, and that's saying a lot.
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