One of the great unexplained mysteries of the universe is why cooking on the Barbecue is definitely a boy thing, requiring me merely to make a salad and turn up and eat, and yet cooking the same food under the grill in the kitchen, that would be my remit. Happily, I’ll sign up any hint of summer as a reason to crack open the charcoal, and H is very good at cooking with fire.
Saturday, however, I got to see what happens when the boys decided that simply toasting marshmallows in the dying embers really wasn’t enough, and took barbecue puddings to a whole new level.
First, you take your cookie and your tinfoil:
Then add a gentle sprinkling of marshmallows.
Decide that you probably need a few more than that
In fact, why not go for a good smothering
top with another cookie
and put your little tin foil parcel on the barbecue for 10 minutes.
Unwrap and indulge:
I’m told that the resultant goo is sweet, sticky, chocolaty and rather wonderful although the bump and I decided that it might be a sugar hit too far for both of us and stuck to scooping up a few of the escaping mini marshmallows from the bag.
All I can report is that one member of our party was unable to finish his, despite a very valiant effort, and another, who shall remain entirely anonymous, could be observed working off the after effects by performing a very elegant pixie dance around the back garden. Happily we were able to persuade him to have a little lie down before he had to drive a car again to avoid any interaction with the powers that be on the grounds of being sweet and disorderly.
But it was the remains one cookie that gave me a really good idea.
You see this stuff is sticky.
Possibly the stickiest gooiest thing I’ve come across in a while.
Does anyone have a number for BP? I think the boys may have inadvertently invented just the thing to plug their oil leak, or if it failed there, maybe we could try it on a certain Icelandic volcano? The excess cookies would be unlikely to go to waste.