My present cache’ of marshmallows. Peeps are too tempting,
only special treats so I don’t have any for the photo.
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Yummilicious…Marshmallows
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Mini-marshmallows,
white or flavored... strawberry, lime, lemon or orange
I keep them handy for a quick snack or a trick to my taste buds
before taking my pills !
Large marshmallows for s’mores or roasting over the campfire
(have you ever roasted marshmallow Peeps…
they come in great colors and
all the seasons have them now …
they make great treats or s’mores, you know !)
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Home made marshmallows are forbidden…
too tasty and addicting…creamy and wonderful,
easy on the taste buds, and a WoW treat in
hot chocolate on a cold winter day.
The word “campfire” for many means
a fire outside for cooking.
For me, “Campfire” is a brand of the very best
and tasty marshmallows….and next come the Peeps !
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I could go on and on, about my special treat,
how to roast them over a fire,
light and toasty brown, or set on fire, and burnt
just right…and catch them before they fall off
into the fire !
Marshmallows are good soft and fresh, older and
chewy, melted or right out of the bag.
My mother and her sisters would have a Thanksgiving
treat of marshmallows on baked sweet potatoes.
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Marshmallows come in so many flavors,
chocolate, pumpkin, minty or toasted coconut
to name a few.
Then the shapes of flags and stars, pumpkins,
ghosts, footballs, hearts, shamrocks and puffy clouds.
Jumbo, mini…or regular sizes,
all have their place in my taste buds profile.
Marshmallows, for me,
the treat of the fairies and leprechauns
…and of course the Girls Scouts and their s’mores ☺
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PS
Back many years ago, like 1975,
when I was fond of wearing Baby Love
(baby powder scented perfume) and
Vanilla scented body oil on pulse points.
My car coat was a fashionable green fake fur.
I felt really good that night.
I went into a store and one of the male clerks
said to me:
“You smell like a bag of fresh marshmallows !”
I replied: “I hope it’s Campfire marshmallows !”
The greatest compliment: smelling like marshmallows !
The memory still makes me smile today.
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Downeast Maine Sunset Oct 7, 2012
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Dearest friends from long ago
I thought of someone almost daily,
wondering what was happening
in your lives.
Were you happy, sad ?
Do you have children, grandchildren ?
Has your life been happy? Sad ?
A mix of joy, sorrow, sadness ?
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Where do you live now…
have you been near and I never knew?
Have you lived where you grew up
or traveled the world ?
Have you found your soul mate,
or has fate been less favorable ?
What ever happen when we lost contact,
our lives together just fond memories ?
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We traveled far and wide.
For me, fate brought everyone to me in
a short period a few years ago.
I couldn’t believe it…
my best friend from Junior High,
two cousins I admired and thought
had forgotten me,
a roommate from nursing school,
I missed so much, and could never
forget…each time a song from Elvis,
or a photo of him in a favorite
restaurant, would trigger the memories.
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Dearest friends from long ago.
I treasure the memories we made,
treasure more the connections
we have now,
sharing our present,
learning of the past,
creating a present
even though the miles separate us.
It IS hard to believe the number of years
that passed so quickly…
from 1958, 1950 something, 1965,
and 1967. Who would have thought….
and that isn’t everyone…
50 year reunions are bringing the past
to present and renewing old friendships.
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Can’t be that long…fifty years or more ?
can’t be…is-be.
I don’t feel like a “Nana”
or have peers that are great grandparents.
Can’t be. Is-be.
Hallelujah !
Praise longevity, health and the continued
common bonds.
Grandparents that remember little girl faces,
giggles and fun, movies, dances,
swimming in summer, and ice skating in winter.
Or for the oldest, we were young adults
who thought “old” was forty…almost 70 meant
black tie shoes, aprons and hairnets, back in the day.
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Sigh.
Time has flown, friendships have endured.
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