“
I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.
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Jim Butcher (Changes (The Dresden Files, #12))
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Everything good in there, T? Niko quipped. You need backup or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?
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Lara Adrian (Midnight Awakening (Midnight Breed, #3))
“
My late summer shorts caught fire, and that’s when all the red of autumn began. We fell in love while she roasted marshmallows over my toasty genitals.
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Jarod Kintz (Xazaqazax)
“
trantulus casually roasted a marshmallow and reached out for it but the marshmallow commited sucide and dived into the flames.
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Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2))
“
What if the house catches fire?”
“Roast marshmallows. And if it floods, you’ll go down with the ship. If there’s a tornado, I’ll meet both you and this house in Oz, after my shift. Got it?
”
”
Rachel Vincent (Reaper (Soul Screamers, #3.5))
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By the blasé flatness of Tegan’s expression as he approached, he might as well have just come back from taking a piss.
“Everything good in there, T?” Niko quipped. “You need back up or anything? Bag of marshmallows to roast over that little campfire you just started?”
“It’s handled.”
“No shit
”
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Lara Adrian (Midnight Awakening (Midnight Breed, #3))
“
Somewhere in hell Satan has just pulled out a bag of marshmallows and is roasting them in my honor.
”
”
Carian Cole (Torn (All Torn Up, #1))
“
How perfectly whimsical. I expect we’ll be roasting marshmallows over the fireplace and singing happy sing-alongs round about midnight, yes? Perhaps someone could point me in the direction of the dormitories.
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G. Norman Lippert (James Potter and the Curse of the Gatekeeper (James Potter, #2))
“
chill out. We make root beer cocktails and we roast marshmallows and we kick back, relax, and enjoy the post-apocalyptic sunset.
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”
Max Brallier (The Last Kids on Earth)
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Well, I’m sorry you might possibly be out a bit of money, Jack,” Isabel said. “Jesus, Isabel,” Holloway said. He opened the door. “A bit of money? Try at least a couple billion credits. That’s billion, with a b. Saying that’s a bit of money is like saying a forest fire is a nice way to roast some marshmallows.
”
”
John Scalzi (Fuzzy Nation)
“
Cupid, that chubby cherub love dispenser, is dead. But before he died, he appointed me his apprentice in love.
I loved Cupid, and that was precisely why I killed him. I strangled him. Then I shot him 17 times with his heart-shaped arrows.
Then I burned his body while I roasted and toasted marshmallows and toasted to the good times he brought to the world.
Then I took his ashes and mixed them in cake batter and literally consumed him.
Mark it down: I have officially taken over as the foremost authority on love.
I can't fly around like he could, but I have other endearing qualities. I can’t think of any at the moment, but I must have some.
”
”
Jarod Kintz (Love quotes for the ages. Specifically ages 18-81.)
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She looks like peaches and cream, like Saturday afternoons down by the frog pond, innocence and the American dream wrapped up in a single startlingly lovely package. It’s a lie, all of it. He believes in exploiting the world for his own gains, but she’d happily ignite the entire thing, if only to roast marshmallows in its embers.
”
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Seanan McGuire (Middlegame (Alchemical Journeys, #1))
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At its edge, Hester and Anadil leaned against each other, speaking softly as they roasted marshmallows and ate them off sticks.
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Soman Chainani (Quests for Glory (The School for Good and Evil: The Camelot Years #1))
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We’ll create some new memories,” Ally said. “Like setting their secret lairs on fire and roasting marshmallows over the wreckage.
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”
Katherine McIntyre (Forged Futures (Tribal Spirits #4))
“
Chris loved to look at every type of plant, animal, and bug he hadn’t seen before on the trail and point out those he did recognize. He enjoyed walking along small streams, listening to the water as it traveled, and searching for eddies where we could watch the minnows scurry amongst the rocks. On one Shenandoah trip, while we were resting at a waterfall, eating our chocolate-covered granola bars and watching the water pummel the rocks below, he said, “See, Carine ? That’s the purity of nature. It may be harsh in its honesty, but it never lies to you”.
Chris seemed to be most comfortable outdoors, and the farther away from the typical surroundings and pace of our everyday lives the better. While it was unusual for a solid week to pass without my parents having an argument that sent them into a negative tailspin of destruction and despair, they never got into a fight of any consequence when we were on an extended family hike or camping trip. It seemed like everything became centered and peaceful when there was no choice but to make nature the focus. Our parents’ attention went to watching for blaze marks on trees ; staying on the correct trail ; doling out bug spray, granola bars, sandwiches, and candy bars at proper intervals ; and finding the best place to pitch the tent before nightfall. They taught us how to properly lace up our hiking boots and wear the righ socks to keep our feet healthy and reliable. They showed us which leaves were safe to use as toilet paper and which would surely make us miserable downtrail. We learned how to purify water for our canteens if we hadn’t found a safe spring and to be smart about conserving what clean water we had left.
At night we would collect rocks to make a fire ring, dry wood to burn, and long twigs for roasting marshmallows for the s’more fixings Mom always carried in her pack. Dad would sing silly, non-sensical songs that made us laugh and tell us about the stars.
”
”
Carine McCandless (The Wild Truth: A Memoir)
“
Because this is your official reminder that your grounding does not expire with daylight. Do not leave this house while I'm at work."
"What if the house catches fire?"
"Roast marshmallows. And if it floods, you'll go down with the ship. If there's a tornado, I'll meet both of you and this house in Oz, after my shift. Got it?
”
”
Rachel Vincent
“
I really doubt my parents are going to let me stay the night in a remote cabin with a bunch of boys.”
“Oh, please, Snow White, Mike’s dad’ll be there. He’s actually kinda funny…you know, in a weird dad kind of way. Don’t worry, your purity will remain intact. Scout’s honor.” She made some sort of gesture with her fingers that Violet assumed was supposed to be an oath, but since Chelsea had never actually been a Girl Scout, it ended up looking more like a peace sign. Or something. Violet maintained her dubious expression.
But Chelsea wasn’t about to be discouraged, and she tried to be the voice of reason. “Come on, I think Jay’s checking to see if he can get the time off work. The least you can do is ask your parents. If they say no, then no harm, no foul, right? If they say yes, then we’ll have a kick-ass time. We’ll go hiking in the snow and hang out in front of the fireplace in the evening. We’ll sleep in sleeping bags and maybe even roast some marshmallows. It’ll be like we’re camping.” She beamed a superfake smile at Violet and clasped her hands together like she was begging. “Do it for me. Ple-eease.”
Jules came back with their milk shake. It was strawberry, and Chelsea flashed Violet an I-told-you-so grin.
Violet finished her tea, mulling over the idea of spending the weekend in a snowy cabin with Jay and Chelsea. Away from town. Away from whoever was leaving her dead animals and creepy notes.
It did sound fun, and Violet did love the snow. And the woods. And Jay.
She could at least ask.
Like Chelsea said, No harm, no foul.
”
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Kimberly Derting (Desires of the Dead (The Body Finder, #2))
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His booted feet pounded out an insane, frantic rhythm underneath him as he raced into the cavern across from Baba Yaga’s den at a dead sprint. Pieces of dragon dung flew off him and hit the ground behind him in miniature chunks. He didn’t dare look behind him to see if the dragon had risen from the ground yet, but the deafening hiss that assaulted his ears meant she’d woken up. Icy claws of fear squeezed his heart with every breath as he ran, relying on the night vision goggles, the glimpse he’d gotten of the map, and his own instincts to figure out where to go.
Jack raced around one corner too sharply and slipped on a piece of dung, crashing hard on his right side. He gasped as it knocked the wind out of him and gritted his teeth, his mind screaming at him to get up and run, run, run. He pushed onto his knees, nursing what felt like bruised ribs and a sprained wrist, and then paled as an unmistakable sensation traveled up the arm he’d used to push himself up.
Impact tremors.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom, boom, boom.
Baba Yaga was coming.
Baba Yaga was hunting him.
Jack forced himself up onto his feet again, stumbling backwards and fumbling for the tracker. He got it switched on to see an ominous blob approaching from the right. He’d gotten a good lead on her—maybe a few hundred yards—but he had no way of knowing if he’d eventually run into a dead end. He couldn’t hide down here forever. He needed to get topside to join the others so they could take her down.
Jack blocked out the rising crescendo of Baba Yaga’s hissing and pictured the map again. A mile up to the right had a man-made exit that spilled back up to the forest. The only problem was that it was a long passage. If Baba Yaga followed, there was a good chance she could catch up and roast him like a marshmallow. He could try to lose her in the twists and turns of the cave system, but there was a good chance he’d get lost, and Baba Yaga’s superior senses meant it would only be a matter of time before she found him. It came back to the most basic survival tactics: run or hide.
Jack switched off the tracker and stuck it in his pocket, his voice ragged and shaking, but solid. “You aren’t about to die in this forest, Jackson. Move your ass.”
He barreled forward into the passageway to the right in the wake of Baba Yaga’s ominous, bubbling warning, barely suppressing a groan as a spike of pain lanced through his chest from his bruised ribs. The adrenaline would only hold for so long. He could make it about halfway there before it ran out. Cold sweat plastered the mask to his face and ran down into his eyes. The tunnel stretched onward forever before him. No sunlight in sight. Had he been wrong?
Jack ripped off the hood and cold air slapped his face, making his eyes water. He held his hands out to make sure he wouldn’t bounce off one of the cavern walls and squinted up ahead as he turned the corner into the straightaway. There, faintly, he could see the pale glow of the exit.
Gasping for air, he collapsed against one wall and tried to catch his breath before the final marathon. He had to have put some amount of distance between himself and the dragon by now.
“Who knows?” Jack panted. “Maybe she got annoyed and turned around.”
An earth-shattering roar rocked the very walls of the cavern.
Jack paled.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
Boom, boom, boom, boomboomboomboom—
Mother of God.
The dragon had broken into a run.
Jack shoved himself away from the wall, lowered his head, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.
”
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Kyoko M. (Of Blood & Ashes (Of Cinder & Bone, #2))
“
Sherlock Holmes and his sidekick Watson decide to go camping one night, right? So they make a campfire, have a bottle of wine, roast some marshmallows. The usual. Then they bed down for the night. Later that night, Holmes wakes up and wakes up Watson. ‘Watson,’ he says, ‘look up at the sky and tell me what you see.’ And Watson says, ‘I can see the stars.’ ‘And what does that tell you?’ Holmes asks. And Watson starts listing things, like that there are millions of stars, and how a clear sky means good weather for the next day, and how the majesty of the cosmos is proof of a powerful God. When he’s done, he turns to Holmes and says ‘What does the night sky tell you, Holmes?’ And Holmes says, ‘That some bastard has stolen our tent!’” Cloud
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John Scalzi (The Ghost Brigades (Old Man's War, #2))
“
They began with a winter soup, lovingly cooked in a copper pot with a shinbone left over from Sunday lunch-
But the witch brought in a light bouillon, simmered with the sweetest of baby shallots and scented with ginger and lemongrass and served with croutons so crisp and small that they seemed to vanish in her mouth-
The mother brought in the second course. Sausages and potato mash; a comforting dish the child always loved, with sticky onion marmalade-
But the witch brought in a brace of quail that had been gorged on ripe figs all their lives, now roasted and stuffed with chestnuts and foie gras and served with a coulis of pomegranate-
Now the mother was close to despair. She brought dessert: a stout apple pie, made to her mother's recipe.
But the witch had made a pièce montée: a pastel-colored sugared dream of almonds, summer fruit, and pastries like a puff of air, all scented with rose and marshmallow cream, and served with a glass of Château d'Yquem-
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Joanne Harris (The Girl with No Shadow (Chocolat, #2))
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IT’S ONLY SOUND Let me ask you an honest question. Is your music subject to God’s approval? If you discovered that He desired for you to listen to a different kind of music, would you obey willingly and gladly? Or would you resist and cling to “what you like”? Recently in a counseling session, I was speaking with a teenage young man about the power of music. After some thought about how strongly his music was holding on to his heart, he lifted his head, sort of chuckled and said, “It’s kind of strange when you really think about it…it’s only music…it’s only sound.” Oh, but how powerful that sound is! Just try to take away or suggest danger in the favorite CD or the favorite CCM group of a supposedly “surrendered” Christian. You’ll get everything from rage to ridicule—real fruits of the Spirit—all qualities that are produced by just such “good, godly music.” I’m being intentionally sarcastic to cause you to think. If pop-styled Christian music is so spiritually effective, why aren’t we having revival? Why isn’t it producing more holy, more separated, more godly individuals? Why are young people leaving Christianity in record numbers? Why do we have to have the world’s music? Should music really be such a stronghold in the Christian heart or in the local church? Should such self-absorption be the guiding force of our choices in entertainment? Should we view our music as entertainment at all? Does God really like “all kinds” of music? Music has a much higher purpose than our pleasure. Reducing music to mere entertainment would be something like asking a brain surgeon to roast marshmallows for a living. No, music is much too powerful and spiritually significant to reduce it to a petty place of pleasure. First Corinthians 10:14 admonishes us, “Wherefore, my dearly beloved, flee from idolatry.” Again in Colossians 3:5 we’re told to, “Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth; fornication, uncleanness, inordinate affection, evil concupiscence, and covetousness, which is idolatry.” God commands us to “mortify” or “put to death” our “members.” Anything less than full surrender of our bodies (including our ears) to God is a subtle form of idolatry. Is music an idol in your life? Is it a stronghold? Are you addicted to your style, your group, your sound? Do you find yourself putting up a wall of defense in your heart, even as you read these words? Is your primary concern that it “makes you feel good” or that you listen to “what you like”? Think about it. It’s only sound.
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Cary Schmidt (Music Matters: Understanding and Applying the Amazing Power of Godly Music)
“
A blanket could be wrapped around people who’ve recently been electrocuted, because I’ll bet it’s really warm under those covers. I’ve always wanted to roast marshmallows in my sleep.
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Jarod Kintz (Blanket)
“
Sherlock Holmes and his sidekick Watson decide to go camping one night, right? So they make a campfire, have a bottle of wine, roast some marshmallows. The usual. Then they bed down for the night. Later that night, Holmes wakes up and wakes up Watson. ‘Watson,’ he says, ‘look up at the sky and tell me what you see.’ And Watson says, ‘I can see the stars.’ ‘And what does that tell you?’ Holmes asks. And Watson starts listing things, like that there are millions of stars, and how a clear sky means good weather for the next day, and how the majesty of the cosmos is proof of a powerful God. When he’s done, he turns to Holmes and says ‘What does the night sky tell you, Holmes?’ And Holmes says, ‘That some bastard has stolen our tent!
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”
John Scalzi (The Ghost Brigades (Old Man's War, #2))
“
The sun starts to sink lower over the ocean, and Zach somehow magics up a fire from driftwood and kindling.
And then he brings out the marshmallows.
Not a bag of mass-produced, uniform white cylinders of sugar. But two not-quite-square, hand-made, artisanal marshmallows.
I look up at him. “Are you kidding me right now?”
The right side of his mouth kicks up in a smirk that says I gave him exactly the reaction he was looking for. “Nope,” he says. “I asked the baker and she made these special for us. After all, I did promise you.”
He grabs a forked stick and roasts them for us. When they’re perfectly golden brown and sagging off the stick, he slides it onto a graham cracker, and adds a square of chocolate.
I put the entire thing in my mouth.
“Ohmigod!” I murmur. “This is amazing!”
“Transcendent?” he teases.
“Absolutely.” I agree, licking some of the sugar off my fingers.
He grabs my wrist and the next thing I know, he’s licking the sugar off my fingers.
Oh God, and now I’m thinking of last night and what else he licked. As I watch, his eyes get intense; he’s thinking the same.
“We can’t have sex on the beach,” I say breathlessly. “Too sandy.”
“You have a one-track mind, don’t you?” he teases. “I only brought you here for the sunset.”
Aaaand now I feel like an idiot. “Right,” I cough, blushing. “Well, thank you.”
“But …” He adds, his mouth curving into that sexy smile that kills me. “That doesn’t mean we can’t … kiss.” His hand comes up to push a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
I nod because resistance is futile. The best I can do is make light of it so he can’t see the emotion coursing through me. “I’m pretty sure it’s the law that when you drink wine and eat artisanal marshmallows on the beach, you have to kiss.” I wave vaguely toward where we left the car. “I saw it on the sign by the parking lot.”
“Well, if it’s a law,” he grins. A second later, his lips find mine.
He tastes like wine and sugar, and pure Zach. I sigh in pleasure. This picnic, the marshmallows—everything—just might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.
But that perfect sunset? We totally miss it.
After all, there are better things to do.
”
”
Lila Monroe (How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days (Chick Flick Club, #1))
“
She is never going to let me live down that stupid Thanksgiving," Kai says.
I can't help but take the bait. "You made prime rib!"
"It was delicious," Kai says, shrugging.
"IT WAS BEEF! You can't have beef on Thanksgiving, except for appetizers like meatballs or something. You have TURKEY on Thanksgiving." Last Thanksgiving I spent with Phil and Kai, since I was orphaned and separated and Gilly couldn't make it from London. Everything was delicious, but it was like a dinner party and not Thanksgiving. The prime rib wasn't the only anomaly. No mashed potatoes or stuffing or sweet potatoes with marshmallows or green bean casserole. He had acorn squash with cippolini onions and balsamic glaze. Asparagus almondine. Corn custard with oyster mushrooms. Wild rice with currants and pistachios and mint. All amazing and perfectly cooked and balanced, and not remotely what I wanted for Thanksgiving. When I refused to take leftovers, his feelings were hurt, and when he got to the store two days later, he let me know.
"Look," Kai says with infinite patience. "For a week we prepped for the Thanksgiving pickups." He ticks off on his fingers the classic menu we developed together for the customers who wanted a traditional meal without the guilt. "Herb-brined turkey breasts with apricot glaze and roasted shallot jus. Stuffing muffins with sage and pumpkin seeds. Cranberry sauce with dried cherries and port. Pumpkin soup, and healthy mashed potatoes, and glazed sweet potatoes with orange and thyme, and green beans with wild mushroom ragu, and roasted brussels sprouts, and pumpkin mousse and apple cake. We cooked Thanksgiving and tasted Thanksgiving and took Thanksgiving leftovers home at the end of the day. I just thought you would be SICK OF TURKEY!
”
”
Stacey Ballis (Good Enough to Eat)
“
And as the sun set behind far distant knolls, They sat roasting marshmallows over the coals. As the embers went out, they felt tired and dozy, So they
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Chris Van Dusen (A Camping Spree with Mr. Magee: (Read Aloud Books, Series Books for Kids, Books for Early Readers))
“
Yeah, but they don’t know you have bigger balls than half my guys put together. Sucks to be them if they try to hurt you, because you’d burn them alive while laughing manically and roasting fucking marshmallows over their burning corpse.
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”
R.E. Bond (Twisted Fate (Watch Me Burn, #2))
“
Katherine sits at a table of four. She's a defensive diner, with her back to the wall like Al Capone. James asks for her order. Tea. Spicy tofu. Does she want it with, or without pork? She wants the pork. Would she like brown rice? No, she says, brown rice is an affectation of Dagou's, not authentic. White rice is fine. Whatever her complications, James thinks, they're played out in the real world, not in her palate.
But Katherine's appetite for Chinese food is hard-won. She's learned to love it, after an initial aversion, followed by disinclination, and finally, exploration. Everyone knows she grew up in Sioux City eating peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches, carrot sticks, and "ants on a log" (celery sticks smeared with peanut butter, then dotted with raisins). Guzzling orange juice for breakfast, learning to make omelets, pancakes, waffles, and French toast. On holidays, family dinners of an enormous standing rib roast served with cheesy potatoes, mashed potatoes, and sweet potatoes with marshmallows, Brussels sprouts with pecans, creamed spinach, corn casserole, and homemade cranberry sauce. Baking, with her mother, Margaret Corcoran, Christmas cookies in the shapes of music notes, jingle bells, and double basses. Learning to roll piecrust. Yet her immersion in these skills, taught by her devoted mother, have over time created a hunger for another culture. James can see it in the focused way she examines the shabby restaurant. He can see it in the way she looks at him. It's a clinical look, a look of data collection, but also of loss. Why doesn't she do her research in China, where her biological mother lived and died? Because she works so hard at her demanding job in Chicago. In the meantime, the Fine Chao will have to do.
”
”
Lan Samantha Chang (The Family Chao)
“
On another note,” began Tao, roasting marshmallows, “is your father an art thief, Mila? Because you’re a total masterpiece.”
Chuckling along with the others, Trick said, “I was wondering if your father was an alien, because there’s nothing like you on Earth.”
Another round of chuckles.
“I was thinking of calling God and telling him I found his missing angel,” said Marcus. “Seriously, Mila, is that a ladder in your pants or a stairway to heaven?”
Dominic glared at his laughing pack mates. “I knew you’d all be assholes.”
Marcus shrugged a shoulder. “We’re just getting some payback.
”
”
Suzanne Wright (Untamed Delights (The Phoenix Pack, #8))
“
I missed the simple moments, moments when roasting the perfect marshmallow was as serious as science, and when we created our own mysteries from dust and mouse bones.
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”
Carissa Ann Lynch (The Summer She Disappeared)
“
Sitting on one edge of the blanket, sipping a creamy hot chocolate, Sam perched on the other and Nesbit snuggled in between us, marshmallows roasting over a portable firepit, the moon and firelight waltzing together in his eyes as he attentively listened to the highs and lows of my day,
”
”
Beth Moran (Just the Way You Are)
“
But no matter how tough a filming day can be, I’m grateful, and I look at it as getting paid to have dinner with my family. I am blessed.
I’ve also realized, now that I’ve been blessed with a good paycheck, that I think I’m like my dad, and I really don’t care about money so much. It doesn’t make you happy. I had a great childhood, and I never even had my own bedroom. What does make you happy is doing for other people. Whether it’s taking fresh deer meat or ducks to some neighbors in need down the road or flying down to the Dominican Republic to help build an orphanage, it’s people that matter, not money.
When I went to the Caribbean with Korie a while back to help build the orphanage, I came with bags full of new Hanes underwear and T-shirts. When I handed out those little packages, worth just a few bucks each, the kids literally fell to the ground, crying with happiness. They were the happiest, funniest little kids, grabbing my beard and smiling big. They have nothing, and some free underwear made them happy.
It was a big wake-up call for me as I realized how much I have and how a little inconvenience like the Internet going out can ruin my day. I don’t want to live like that, like the world owes me a comfortable life and I’m not happy unless I have all the conveniences. I want to live a fulfilled life, and I want my kids to live a fulfilled life too. I want more for my kids. I want to show my kids how to have faith in Jesus, how to use the Bible as their guide to life, and when they grow up, I want my kids to change the world.
I also want Jess and me to continue to learn how to love each other, and I want us to grow old together and be just like my mom and dad. My idea of happiness is being with my family in a cabin in the woods or at a campout, sitting around a campfire telling stories, roasting marshmallows, and watching the fireflies.
”
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Jep Robertson (The Good, the Bad, and the Grace of God: What Honesty and Pain Taught Us About Faith, Family, and Forgiveness)
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We were roasting marshmallows.” She quirks an eyebrow at me. “That’s what they’re calling that now? When I was young, it was just called flirting.” Heat creeps up my face. “I wasn’t flirting.” “Mmm hmm,” she hums. But she’s smiling. “Let her be,” my dad growls playfully. “What’s his name?” she asks. I’m purposefully obtuse. “Gonzo.” My dad snorts. “Gonzo is the fifteen-year-old who was hanging out with Pete, the mentor for the boys from the detention center.” “Pete, huh?” Mom asks. Mom knows that Pete’s the one who found me. “What’s he like?” I shrug. Her eyebrows draw together. “You get any strange vibes from him?” “Mom,” I warn. “Leave it alone.
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Tammy Falkner (Calmly, Carefully, Completely (The Reed Brothers, #3))
“
wearing only a bathing suit interjected, “We would never swim in the Pacific Ocean, Carolyn. The waves at Santa Monica Beach are so lame. You don’t have to worry at all. We just want to roast marshmallows.
”
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Brighton Hill (Bluehour (Watermagic Series Book 1))
“
Licking a 9-volt battery, learning to whittle, riding a bicycle, climbing trees: we may not see these as necessities like learning to read and write (until you need to make a marshmallow roasting stick or escape a mad dog); however, they are some of the thousands of experiences that build self-confidence and make up a life lived fully. It’s tempting to let our fears keep us from allowing children to have these kinds of experiences, but as parents and caretakers we need to confront our biases just as kids need to face their own challenges.
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Gever Tulley (Beware Dangerism!)
“
If you’re stuck in hell, you might as well roast some marshmallows. Conversation,
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J.A. Konrath (Bloody Mary (Jack Daniels Mystery, #2))
“
She pats my chest with a quick good-bye tap, and then she walks away. She goes inside the house, and she doesn’t come back out. She doesn’t come back out to lifeguard for the youth group at the pool. She doesn’t come back out to roast marshmallows. She doesn’t come back out to check on her horse. She doesn’t come out the next morning to start events with the campers. She doesn’t come outside again at all until the next night, when a neon-yellow Mustang pulls into the drive. Chase Gerald gets out and goes to get my girl. Then she finally comes out. On his fucking arm.
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Tammy Falkner (Calmly, Carefully, Completely (The Reed Brothers, #3))
“
Somewhere in hell, Satan has just pulled out a bag of marshmallows and is roasting them in my honor.
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Carian Cole (Torn (All Torn Up Book 1))
“
Daddy builds a fire.
He teaches me to roast hot dogs and marshmallows.
Mommy looks for birds.
She teaches me their names and calls.
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Katelyn Prendergast (Family Fun at the Lake)
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Three things in life had no substitutions: a perfectly roasted marshmallow; the first cool, crisp day of fall after a long, hot summer; and the closeness of a warm, good-smelling man.
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Penny Reid (Just Folking Around (Good Folk: Modern Folktales, #0.5))
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I stroll over to the flaming wastebasket and empty the giant cup of coffee onto the bonfire, which goes out with a sizzle. Silence falls in room 117.
“Good morning,” I announce, surveying the room. “I’m your teacher, Mr. Kermit.
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Gordon Korman (The Unteachables)
“
Happy. It sounds like fireworks, smells like roasted marshmallows, and feels like cannon-balling into a cold pool on a hot day, right?
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Lisa Harper (Life: An Obsessively Grateful, Undone by Jesus, Genuinely Happy, and Not Faking it Through the Hard Stuff Kind of 100-Day Devotional)
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I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that, then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.
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Jim Butcher (Changes (The Dresden Files, #12))
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The yacht kids had left us their bag of marshmallows. Pastel colors but full-sized, a rare combo. Jack was delighted. He roasted six at a time, his fingers getting so gooey I had to wash them for him in the lapping tidewater when he was done eating.
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Lydia Millet (A Children's Bible)
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we saw them holding the metal skewers over their fire, roasting. Fine, then. We’d have a fire also. A large bonfire. Our fire would dwarf their fire. It would be magnificent. We’d brought logs from the woodpile and ancient copies of the New York Observer we’d found for kindling. Thanks to Rafe, a can of gasoline. (Marshmallows were for babies, right? Also, we didn’t have any.) Juicy had won the latest contest and brought an item to destroy, so we stacked up a glorious pile. I set his chosen object on the top of it: an antique wooden pig in a baby bonnet. With very long lashes.
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Lydia Millet (A Children's Bible)
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The Farbers like a corn bread stuffing with sausage; my family is an herb-and-onion, regular-bread stuffing group. They like their sweet potatoes mashed, with marshmallows on top; we go for sliced, with a praline pecan topping. They do green beans and we do Brussels sprouts. But both families like a classic roasted turkey with pan gravy, homemade cranberry sauce, soft yeast rolls, mashed potatoes, and apple pie for dessert.
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Stacey Ballis (How to Change a Life)
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Other Kinds of Fun LARGE MOTOR SKILLS ♦ Take a walk on a balance beam, along the curb, or even down a line on the sidewalk. ♦ Play catch (start with a large, slightly deflated ball). ♦ Jump over things (anything more than a few inches, though, will be too high for most kids this age). ♦ Throw, kick, roll, and toss balls of all sizes. ♦ Ride a tricycle. ♦ Spin around till you drop. ♦ Pound, push, pull, and kick. ♦ Make music using drums, xylophones, flutes, and anything else you have handy. ♦ Play Twister. SMALL MOTOR SKILLS ♦ Puzzles (fewer than twenty pieces is probably best). You might even want to cut up a simple picture from a magazine and see whether your toddler can put it back together. ♦ Draw on paper or with chalk on the sidewalk. ♦ Sculpt with clay or other molding substance. ♦ Finger paint. ♦ Play with string and large beads. ♦ Pour water or sand or seeds from one container to another. ♦ Get a big box (from a dishwasher or refrigerator), then build, paint and decorate a house together. THE BRAIN ♦ Matching games. ♦ Alphabet and number games (put colorful magnetic letters and numbers on the fridge and leave them low enough for the child to reach). ♦ Lots of dress-up clothes. ♦ Dolls of all kinds (including action figures). ♦ Pretending games with “real” things (phones, computer keyboards). ♦ Imaginary driving trips where you talk about all the things you see on the road. Be sure to let your toddler drive part of the way. ♦ Sorting games (put all the pennies, or all the triangles, or all the cups together). ♦ Arranging games (big, bigger, biggest). ♦ Smelling games. Blindfold your toddler and have him identify things by their scent. ♦ Pattern games (small-big/small-big). ♦ Counting games (How many pencils are there?). A FEW FUN THINGS FOR RAINY DAYS (OR ANYTIME) ♦ Have pillow fights. ♦ Make a really, really messy art project. ♦ Cook something—kneading bread or pizza dough is especially good, as is roasting marshmallows on the stove (see pages 214–20 for more). ♦ Go baby bowling (gently toss your toddler onto your bed). ♦ Try other gymnastics (airplane rides: you’re on your back, feet up in the air, baby’s tummy on your feet, you and baby holding hands). ♦ Dance and/or sing. ♦ Play hide-and-seek. ♦ Stage a puppet show. ♦ If it’s not too cold, go outside, strip down to your underwear, and paint each other top-to-bottom with nontoxic, water-based paints. Otherwise, get bundled up and go for a long, wet, sloppy, muddy stomp in the rain. If you don’t feel like getting wet, get in the car and drive through puddles.
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Armin A. Brott (Fathering Your Toddler: A Dad's Guide To The Second And Third Years (New Father Series))
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Starters
Corn chowder with red peppers and smoked Gouda $8
Shrimp bisque, classic Chinatown shrimp toast $9
Blue Bistro Caesar $6
Warm chèvre over baby mixed greens with
candy-striped beets $8
Blue Bistro crab cake, Dijon cream sauce $14
Seared foie gras, roasted figs, brioche $16
Entrées
Steak frites $27
Half duck with Bing cherry sauce, Boursin
potato gratin, pearls of zucchini and summer squash $32
Grilled herbed swordfish, avocado silk, Mrs. Peeke's
corn spoon bread, roasted cherry tomatoes $32
Lamb "lollipops," goat cheese bread pudding $35
Lobster club sandwich, green apple horseradish,
coleslaw $29
Grilled portabello and Camembert ravioli with
cilantro pesto sauce $21
Sushi plate: Seared rare tuna, wasabi aioli, sesame
sticky rice, cucumber salad with pickled ginger
and sake vinaigrette $28
*Second Seating (9:00 P.M.) only
Shellfish fondue
Endless platter of shrimp, scallops, clams. Hot oil
for frying. Selection of four sauces: classic
cocktail, curry, horseradish, green goddess $130
(4 people)
Desserts- All desserts $8
Butterscotch crème brûlée
Mr. Smith's individual blueberry pie à la mode
Fudge brownie, peanut butter ice cream
Lemon drop parfait: lemon vodka mousse layered
with whipped cream and vodka-macerated red
berries
Coconut cream and roasted pineapple tart,
macadamia crust
Homemade candy plate: vanilla marshmallows,
brown sugar fudge, peanut brittle, chocolate
peppermints
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Elin Hilderbrand (The Blue Bistro)
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I want to go on a sleigh ride, build a snowman, decorate the tree, drink hot cocoa, and put our socks out for you to fill. I want to go into town and look at the windows. I want to build a fire and roast marshmallows. I want to bake cookies, go ice skating,
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Kathi Daley (Note in the Nutcracker (The Inn at Holiday Bay, #7))
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They roast a pig, four chickens, half a dozen guinea pigs (cuy, Ecuadorian specialty!), set out soups and tamales and empanadas and llapingachos, four pots of beans and rice. Mami has even baked a belated birthday cake for Essy, decorated with jelly beans and Jell-O and mini-marshmallows. And when they sing, feliz cumpleaños, it’s like a full-on chorus
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Mira T. Lee (Everything Here Is Beautiful)