Gooey Fingers

As far as I'm concerned, there aren't to many things I like better than a cool evening and sitting around a camp fire in the back yard. Yeah, I'm a little more country than most but I like my comfort too. Plus the ability to go inside any time I want.

I also like roasting things on camp fires; franks, sausage, marshmallows. I love roasting marshmallows, but I don't like eating them. Most of my life I've roasted them, blew the fire out, and pitched them into a convenient bush. Tonight that all changed.

As it happens Will loves to roast marshmallows AND eat them. I know, he's odd. But what can you do? What he doesn't like to do is pull them off the stick when they are hot, so that became my job.

He'd burn the marshmallows, nearly hyperventilate blowing out the flames, and then poke the stick my direction to pull off the crispy melted goo. Assuming he would not like all the crisp burn stuff, cause I sure don't, I would slide that off the marshmallow and feed him the gooey warm center.

The problem was the build up of goo on my fingers. I wasn't liking off my fingers each time and I had no towel or rag to wipe them on. By the eighth or ninth marshmallow I was getting desperate. While I had only been using one hand, the sticky mess was at least 1/4 inch deep on each finger tip - until about an inch down each digit.

I tried to pull the goo from my fingers with the other hand. Now I have two gooey fingers. I picked up a stick to try to pry the goo off. It broke into little pieces that stuck to my fingers. I tried to sling the goo and stick pieces from my hands behind me and hit Rocky with both hands. Now I have dog hair covering the gooey sticks.

Just wanting the ever growing trash site on my hands gone, I bend over and smear my hands in the dirty. Hoping it will work as an abrasive and help get the goo off. Nope. Now their covered in dirt.

Before I got desperate enough to try sticking both hands in the fire Steve walks up with a wet rag and dry towel.

I glance over at the back of the house less than 50 feet away.

After cleaning off my hands, Will brings me another burnt offering. Not wanting a repeat, I feed him the entire thing - burnt crispy outer and warm gooey center.

He loved it.