If we built a fire tonight, were we early or late?
I mean, are we late for fall camping, or early for spring camping? (And do soy hot dogs on the back patio qualifiy as “camping”?)
But I’m tired of winter. I’m tired of seeing my breath when I run. I’m tired of packing and repacking hats and gloves in the the kiddo’s backpacks. I’m tired of using my space heater at work (ok, that’s a lie. I love my space heater) and I’m tired of runny noses (mine and others).
So I consider this a “Please Spring, come out and play!” fire.
We were gonna have s’mores. But we didn’t have marshmallows or chocolate and graham crackers by themselves just didn’t seem special enough.
So I made these fat, fluffy, snickerdoodles. I doubled the salt (accidentally) and omitted the milk because the dough was plenty soft without it.
And the new tradition is warm cookies by a campfire.
And let’s be real, while I say I’m pining for spring, it’s really summer that I’m looking for…