Jonathan wanted pizza, white cake and marshmallows to roast with friends for his birthday this year.
I didn't get the white cake done... maybe later this week... but we did successfully tackle the rest!
Getting up early to make marshmallows...
|When I get up early to do anything in the kitchen, this is what it looks like...|
|One very excited birthday boy... couldn't sleep and fairly soonly? He wandered out to join me, or to at least offer suggestions from his spot curled up on the couch!|
|Using the computer, since the recipe I've adapted is located on-line.|
Time to make those marshmallows!
|Look at that! He's starting to wake up the second time!|
|Mary Michelle is always wanting to help. |
So she helped cover the marshmallows with sifted powdered sugar.
|Just as he requested: a bonfire where we roasted lots of marshmallows,|
|Playing soccer in the dark with some of his buddies,|
|Cake, candle and hearing everyone sing him "Happy birthday!"|
|A whole bag of marshmallows to roast.|
|One pretty awesome eight year old boy!!!|
And just in case you were wondering,
the title of this post is an Irish proverb.