What is it with kids and the love for all things in miniature? There has to be something to the psychology of why doll houses have lasted through the centuries. Why it's so delightful to buy a teeny, tiny house and fill it with teeny, tiny furniture and clothes and find teeny, tiny likenesses of ourselves to frolic in said house. Or in our house, it's a teeny, tiny parking garage filled with teeny, tiny vans, cars, trucks and buses.
My kids and I have a deal that if someone gives them, or tries to give them "yucky candy", our term for candy laden with food coloring, high fructose corn syrup and other such "yuckies", they refuse or throw away the candy, and mama rewards them with a special dessert. This nearly always happens at church on Sunday (why is that anyway?!) so Sundays are generally the day of the week they can count on a sugary treat after dinner.
Last night after our dinner, despite the fact I was dead tired from all the apple business, I made good on my end of the deal with the following treat:
Hmmm...not so special, huh? Except that, I also pulled out some kebab skewers and let them roast the marshmallows over our dinner candle. (Note here that I generally don't let them roast over colored beeswax. It kind of weirds me out. I was too tired to go upstairs to fetch a regular beeswax candle. *blush*)
And after they roasted, I showed them how to make teeny, tiny little s'mores with graham cracker cereal and chocolate chips.
Of course, Paulie had to take the fun a notch higher by making double-decker s'mores.
I realize that most of you come here for the healthful recipes including things like spelt, coconut oil, lentils and other things made from scratch, and made from scratch these are not. But they're better than "yucky candy", right? Or at least that's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.
On the apple butter front, after 14 hours on the stove, my apple butter recipe officially made 2 quarts, 3 pints and a cup leftover for tasting. The results were not very sweet, but all 4 kids approve so we have a winner!