Teaching the kids the proper way to have a marshmallow roast, was kind of fun last night. D.J. had trouble understanding where the center of the circular barbeque pit (an old truck wheel) is, thinking in terms of 6 o’clock and 12 o’clock instead of the center, but he kept his marshmallow out of the ashes and there were none dropped off the sticks because of melting. This occurred after I cooked a small steak and four pork chops over the coals, and the charcoal was nearly burned out. I never... Sign in to see full entry.