Toasted Marshmallow time travel

Jack insisted on showing me around the Safari Park last weekend. We have season tickets, and he knows the place so well that I spent the day being marched from one attraction to the next. We visited most of the animal enclosures, including the Dinosaur paddock where Jack made sure I stood in just the right spot for a dinosaur to squirt water at me! He’s so cheeky and thought it was utterly hilarious of course as 4-year-old boys are wont to do. After that we stopped in the BBQ area, which includes a large fire pit where —can you guess where this is going yet?— we bought marshmallows on sticks and toasted them. We’ve toasted marshmallows before, usually those extra large ‘American style’ marshmallows (which is not a complaint). But at the Safari Park we got three marshmallows on our stick, two large white ones and one smaller pink one. Those in the UK would recognise them as Princess Mallows. Where it all began My Dad had the most awful sweet tooth, which, as a kid, was wonderful as it…