But the important thing about a BBQ cheeseburger isn’t that it exists, but that after it exists *so do perfect roasting coals*. And so, for the first time in at least two years, I have Roasted Marshmallows. Oh yes. I have.
(Marshmallows, by the way, are one of THE ONLY foods even the hippy ass extra expensive stores IN PORTLAND YOU KNOW THE CITY IN WHICH THE DOCUMENTARY PORTLANDIA IS SET don’t offer in a hippy ass extra expensive organic/”natural”/dye-free version. Western Family, baby. Oh yes.)