Maybe my French Husband can whip up a boeuf bourgignon or a coq au vin in a clin d’oeil, but I am proud to say I am the Queen of Roasted Marshmallows.
In the name of inter-cultural harmony I did condescend to let Franck in on a few trade secrets, but everyone on our weekend camping trip ultimately had to bow down to my marshmallow roasting supremacy.
What can I say? Years of experience…
Must go and find my Stay Puft crown.