You're Killin' Me Smalls
Over the weekend I travelled to Ridgecrest, NC for a weekend getaway with a group of college kids from my church. Ridgecrest is a few miles outside of Asheville, so basically, it's on the side of a mountain. We went to Converge 2007, a Christian retreat for college students from all over the state. There were kids from Winthrop, Francis Marion, and even Clemson there. The weekend was tons of fun (even though there was absolutely no warm water for showers). Yea, so imagine this....You wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning and the only thing keeping you awake are a few serene thoughts of the steamy shower you are about to experience. You turn the shower on and wait...and wait...and wait some more. Yeah...it never got hott or warm or even cool. The water was FREEZING. Oh well...I did my fair shair of mountaineering for the weekend attempting to get clean!
Anyway, each night (Friday and Saturday) after worship, we got to attend some pretty fun activities. Now, what do you think of when you hear the word Hoedown? Either you need to get your mind out of the gutter or like most of us, you think of some lame country gathering with cowboy boots and plaid shirts. Yeah, I had that same stereotype of Hoedowns until this weekend. It was SO MUCH FUN. I learned how to square dance and everything. That's right, I 'promenaded' and 'dosadoed' and 'right and left granded' until the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday night we had a bondfire and the coolest part of that was eating smores. Ahhh, the perfect blend of graham cracker, marshmallow, and hershey chocolate swarming around delectably in one's mouth. Hungry now? Me too. So, if you're part of my generation, it's almost inevitable that along with smores comes the quoting of one of the best movies ever made...The Sandlot. Porter (one of the characters in the movie) gives perfect directions for making smores. Even though I'm sure most of you know how to make them, I figure that repeating Porter's recipe advice is worth it for all those 'Smalls' out there.
Here's how the dialogue goes. (Smalls is the new kid in town, and the boys are about to cook smores):
Porter: Hey Smalls, you wanna smore?
Smalls: Smore what?
Porter: Smore? You want one?
Smalls: Smore what?
Porter: YOU'RE KILLIN' ME SMALLS. These are smores stuff. Pay attention. First you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the mallow. When the mallow's flaming, you stick it on the chocolate and cover it with the other end. Then, you scarf.
And by scarf...he means scarf! I scarfed down about 4 of those things in no time! Needless to say, I had a great weekend in Ridgecrest. I am now a dedicated supported of square-dancing and a passionate lover of smores! So the next time you're bored, here are some things to pass the time. 1) Turn on some twangy country music and get to dancin'. -OR- 2) Go get the smores materials, and enjoy. (NOTE: Don't burn the neighborhood down. Microwaves on low power will work just fine!)