As I've already mentioned, we have a little cabin outside of Walla Walla. It's really great. It's close to town but when you're there you'd never know it. The feel is pretty rustic. My great-grandfather built the cabin in the 1920's using left over wood from a project at our family creamery. He built it because his wife my great-grandmother had relatives next door and she'd spent her childhood summers there.

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Generally we go to relax and to take in nature.  Some of us go to fish while others go to pick wild mountain berries.  We also go to eat.

By eat you should have no illusions about what we're eating. I am not talking gourmet meals. No sir. I am talking cans of beer, grilled meat, potato salad, marshmallow and jello fruit salad (that's healthy, right?), corn on the cob, a green salad with ranch dressing, french bread, baked beans, dessert and then sometimes we top this off with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%27more">s'mores</a>. <!--more-->

Sure there's a healthy (probably) and a fancy way to do this but why bother? It's not like we eat like this all of the time.

<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5978.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3219 alignleft" title="dAd &amp; me" src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5978.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /></a>

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[caption id="attachment_3222" align="alignleft" width="500" caption="Roasting the Hot Dogs "]<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5983.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-3222" title="Roasting the Hot Dogs " src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5983.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /></a>[/caption]

And so, once or twice a year I eat a roasted hot dog and make a s'more.

I figure that my Bulgarian readership may be asking: what's a s'more?

Well I am glad that you asked. It's a dessert made with a graham cracker, three squares of Heresy's chocolate and two fire-roasted marshmallows.  It's said that the name is a contraction of: some more. As in, can I have some more? because the treat is so delicious you don't want to eat just one.

Basically you roast the marshmallow until the outside is golden brown and bubbling and the center is hot and gooey. Then you break the graham cracker in half and put three squares of chocolate in the middle of what will be a graham cracker and chocolate-marshmallow sandwich. The hot marshmallow melts the chocolate so that it's soft and the graham crackers contain the hot sticky, melty mess of a dessert.

The trick of course is to not overcook your marshmallow. A little too long over the fire and it will go from gooey and golden to burning sugar on a stick. That's no good.  And then you have to start over again while everyone else is well on their way to a s'more.  No one wants to be <em>that</em> guy.  Some people try to cover the mistake by saying that they like it burnt but really, who are they kidding?!

<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5995.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3223" title="s'more" src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5995.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /></a>

<a href="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5996.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3224" title="s'mores 2" src="http://www.karolinkabulgaria.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/img_5996.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="333" /></a>

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A special shout out to my dAd who took all of these pictures! Well but not the ones he was in.  He's amazing but he's not that good.