I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

-Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

08 June 2010

(8) Days of Summer

Its not summer without S'mores, but sadly its not REALLY campfire weather when you live in apartment--so we adapted.


The delightful finished product.  


We decided to use a lighter instead of the flame from the citronella candle.  I think Jill was too worried that some of the bizarre chemicals in those things would make it into my system and I wouldn't wake up the next morning (she's probably cringing as she's reading this).  I think the fork idea was pretty magnificent, myself.



 

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