Marshmallow
Hay wrapped in plastic looks like marshmallows; big, fluffy, giant-sized confections. They rest in the field watching the sunset, fireflies and meteors. They feel the salty breeze and converse with cattle. They sit content.Even though I consider myself a vegetarian, I still find marshmallows romantic. They are these goofy, saccharin puffs of pure and simple love. When toasted, the caramelized outer skin holds in a warm layer of sugary lava, an almost perfect treat.
There are rare times when a marshmallow can be elevated to perfection. I was lucky enough to experience that kind of sweetness last night. Marshmallows which are carefully roasted by a loved one, i.e. cute husband, which are presented on the stick uniform & perfectly tan is just too dreamy to describe with any sort of consideration to the rules of grammar.
There are rare times when a marshmallow can be elevated to perfection. I was lucky enough to experience that kind of sweetness last night. Marshmallows which are carefully roasted by a loved one, i.e. cute husband, which are presented on the stick uniform & perfectly tan is just too dreamy to describe with any sort of consideration to the rules of grammar.
posted by Roanne @ 6/13/2007 09:11:00 PM
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