Our last night in Memphis, we met up with the cousins for a sort-of final get together. (Why is it a sort-of final get together? Because I stay in a bit of denial that all this good stuff will come to an end very soon.) The kids got to feed bread to the geese, which had certainly become accustomed to folks that feed the bread. They followed Twinkle Toes all the way back to our table.
My sweet sis-in-law brought the stuff to make s'mores. We can't get the stuff to make s'mores in Turkey, it was a special treat. (Did you know marshmallows are not commonly sold in Turkey because the gelatin that makes them poofy is made from a pig's snout, and obviously Middle Easterners don't do pork. You don't believe me. I'm serious. Look it up. Just don't boycott marshmallows, it's not their fault I educated you.)
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Come visit me- I'll get you what you need! :)
Of course, since I brought marshmellows from the states to use in rice krispie treats, Makro had bags of the things.
Go figure.
Wish I had that right now!
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