SOURCE: Orlando Sentinel
I don’t mind the errant grain of sand in my raw-bar oyster and similarly, I don’t mind the errant bit of forest detritus in my campfire-roasted marshmallow. In fact, I’d venture these summery sweets taste better off a found stick than a store-bought skewer any day of the week.
How deep a roast you prefer — lightly browned as opposed to full char with a liquid center is subjective.
The nice thing about the upscale s’mores from the Ganachery at Disney Springs is that you can get your flawless vanilla-bean marshmallow square torched to order as you watch them prepare their generous and beautiful version of this campfire sweet.