{"id":151547,"date":"2012-11-08T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-11-08T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracious-khorana.45-76-20-142.plesk.page\/localmex12012x111x1indoor-smores-with-toasted-oak-marshmallows-food-blogger-support-for-sandy-htmlx1\/"},"modified":"2023-06-26T17:13:48","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T17:13:48","slug":"indoor-smores-with-toasted-oak-marshmallows-food-blogger-support-for-sandy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/localmilkblog.com\/2012\/11\/indoor-smores-with-toasted-oak-marshmallows-food-blogger-support-for-sandy.html","title":{"rendered":"Indoor S\u2019mores with Toasted Oak Marshmallows: Food Blogger Support for Sandy"},"content":{"rendered":"
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So there was this storm, you might have heard. Wind, water, live wires, and explosions. People lost power, homes, and lives. Even lost children.\u00a0<\/i>As a former New Orleans resident who had just left the city two days prior to Katrina, who had to watch on a television from the living room floor through hiccuping tears as the levees broke and the place my heart called home was ripped apart from the inside out, Sandy has brought back a lot of memories. A lot of sad memories. But when the waters receded, there was only one thing to do: rebuild. And that\u2019s what there is to do now after Sandy.<\/p>\n

Barbara of Culinary Creative<\/a> and Jenn of Jenn Cuisine<\/a> proposed that today food bloggers post comforting recipes & encourage our readers to pitch in to help the victims of Sandy. And that\u2019s what I\u2019m doing. Nudge nudge. <\/i>I mean, oak<\/i> flavored marshmallows\u2026 that\u2019s gotta be worth something right?<\/p>\n

So why s\u2019mores? I chose them because they bring back childhood memories of campfires, times when roughing it was fun. These indoor s\u2019mores are something you can make inside, something cheerful to keep your chin up when the weather outside is roaring, something that would hopefully bring some levity in the eye of the storm. Made\u00a0with charred homemade oak marshmallows (yes, I\u2019m on an oak kick!), when you bite them if you close your eyes your really can imagine you\u2019ve just roasted the marshmallow over an open fire. They kind of take you away.<\/p>\n

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The shock wears off for us, the unaffected in our cozy homes, the emotional jolt from the news stories does fade. But the reality abides. People all along the East Coast need help, all the help they can get. So here\u2019s some arithmetic for you, some formulas, some math-e-matics: if everyone gave a little, that would be a whole, whole buncha dollars. Let\u2019s be rad. Some triumph of the human spirit stuff. Let\u2019s show our gratitude for having the luxury of being able to care about things like oak marshmallows by clicking below to donate.<\/p>\n

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The global community the internet has created is a powerful tool, and I hope we can use it to help our neighbors up and down the east coast. Let\u2019s suck the poison out of the wound and spit it back into the sea where it came from. Joy can abide even in suffering, it\u2019s one of those miracles of humanity, the way we adapt and survive, not just\u00a0physically\u00a0but psychologically and spiritually as well. I leave you with this, an excerpt from a piece I wrote when I was dealing with my grief for New Orleans after Katrina, but it seems apropos and I think some New Yorkers might be able to relate in some way now, maybe.<\/p>\n

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<\/b>\u2026 I am\u00a0home<\/b>. And\u00a0this<\/b>\u00a0is home. This is home. It is perfect. It is the hot, molten center of the universe. Mythological creatures still exist here; and if not that parades of men in assless chaps, they exist here, and it\u2019s only wonderful. This is Oz, the Rock Candy Mountain, Never Land. At all hours there is a celebration; there is, I mean, a desperate last gasp that lasts suspended in the air. This is the widening gyre. This is the maw\u2026This is our land, and it begrudges us nothing\u2026The swamp reclaimed our streets, and the\u00a0dead\u00a0reclaimed the rivers. They float side by side like lumber and have heads like cabbage. It\u2019s a new parade. I saw a black man with a tuba walking up the interstate and thought that he should play Amazing Grace because this is idiotic.\u00a0And we can only, and we know that this is, and we can\u2019t say anything. We clean up. And the record plays, \u201cpentagon, tetrahedron, which side are you going to be on?\u201d, and I walk everywhere. I walk in the rain, because I don\u2019t own an umbrella\u2026<\/i>

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Have a food blog too? You can post and link up all through out November! Visit Barbara<\/a> & Jenn\u2019s<\/a> blogs to link. Tag posts #FBS4Sandy so they can see your posts! Don\u2019t have a food blog?\u00a0Other Ways You Can Help:<\/div>\n
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