A colleague of mine at work moved in to a new place and she and her housemate decided to have a house warming party. Naturally, she invited most of the young people in the office (prolly she invited everyone but the older people just dint show up).
I loved the house! It wasn't too difficult to find and it's just so amazingly cute. I was one of the first (actually, I was the first) to arrive. That's mostly cos I wasn't sure just how difficult or otherwise it would be to find the place and I dint want to get there too late. Getting there early wasn't too bad though. I got to chat with the ladies and there was a lot of chips and dip and boy did I eat. Seriously, I thought there was gon be real food so I passed up on supper at home (how I regretted). It was very good I got there early cos I got to eat as much of the chips as I could without looking too weird cos there wasn't anyone around to look weird to.
As the other guests started to arrive, my work colleague announced that we were going to roast marshmallows outside and that she and her housemate had had a bonfire going on outside all evening. Turns out it had been real difficult to get the fire going. Why? Cos it was 2 days away from December and it had been snowing all day. Exactly why I had an incredulous look on my face when she announced we'd be going outside (she had no idea how grateful I was to be inside). We get outside and I asked the fire why it had just not stayed off (yes, i did). It was about 25°C below zero and here I was abandoning the warmth of the indoors to roast marshmallows. It was still snowing but the fire just wouldn't go out. The other thing too was, I'd never roasted marshmallows (just read about it) and I was hoping I wasn't gon look too silly. Well, I did over roast a couple but they understood (I hope).
Somewhere along the line, someone suggested we make s'mores. What's that? (that's what the look on my face said). My colleague looks at me and then breaks it down to me. "A s'more (smore) is a traditional nighttime campfire treat in the United States and Canada consisting of a roasted marshmallow and a layer of chocolate sandwiched between two pieces of graham cracker". Huh? (more like yuck!) Why would anyone want to make that combination? Well, since I was in a new place, I tried to open myself up to try new things (not everything though) and guess what? I loved it (not with the marshmallows I roasted. most of mine looked blackish. I'm sure they're supposed to look whitish). And guess what again? I loved the experience. The definition dint say whether the nighttime campfire should be in the middle of winter or summer and yes, I was terribly cold but I loved hanging out with my new friends (besides, the fire did give me some warmth). And guess what again again? We had a snowball fight when we were done with the s'mores :D This was definitely one of my most fun nights in a foreign land.
And guess what again again again? I ate more chips and dip, played twister and played some wii video games (of course all this happened indoors).
(as usual), the moral of this story: Never judge anything by its look or how it sounds or just never judge a book by its cover. I would have missed out on all that fun if I'd insisted on staying indoors (by myself) and though s'mores sounded kinda yucky, they actually tasted real good. And the other moral is: If you know you can't do something right, don be shy to ask for help. I so couldn't get the whole roasting marshmallows thing right but when I asked for help, other people did the roasting and I just put the crackers and chocolate together with the roasted marshmallows and we all enjoyed it.
|yuck? nope. Yummy!|