Monday, July 19, 2010

Useless Camping Products

The electric marshmallow cooking device. Fun for the campfire. Batteries not included.



I can only imagine the poor kids, raised with such a device, whining they will go hungry because the battery went dead and they had no way to cook the marshmallow.


Their non survivalist parents would probably try and find a mini mall at 11 pm so junior could get another device.


Not in my household.


Welcome to Home on the Range. Here's Your Stick.

And by the way, despite what the electric marshmallow cooker consumer may say, in the shadowy corners of civilization, there's always someone with no marshmallows wanting to take yours. Stay safe out there.

19 comments:

Joel Wright said...

That bag of marshmallows seems to resemble Mom's socks, huh Barkley?

reflectoscope said...

You know I haven't had a nice crispy recently-extinguished marshmallow in a while. However there is nothing but camping around here and I own a number of handy edged tools!

I hope your trip is going ok.

Jim

Bob in Tampa said...

The visual evidence indicates that your precious Barkley is a CROOK!

BTW...what are you doing up at 3:42am??

Lweson said...

Thats why you get 2 bags. One for Barkley and one for you.

Brigid said...

Bob - 8 to 5 is SO not in my job description.

Brigid on lunch in some state other than IN.

Dori - you're right, I forget sometimes.

If it's soft and squishy and resembles either pillows, socks or dish towlers Barkley will be on the hunt.

BobG said...

Not too big on marshmallows, but I have used sticks over campfires to cook bannock, toast, bacon, fish, wieners, snakes, frog legs, rabbit, grouse, and more other stuff than I can list here.
Can't imagine using a battery powered stick.

Did it MY way said...

Barkley a CROOK? Say it ain't so. Momma gave him those marshmallows!

See Ya.

Anonymous said...

Brigid,
Roast'em, cool 'em. Expect soulful pleading looks all the while. Our old border collie thought this was the best possible treat this side of a heavenly campfire! Of course, a handy unroasted bag...............

Anonymous said...

It's amazing what some people will buy in order to get "back to nature" for a weekend.

- Ranger Man

SHTFblog.com

Anonymous said...

How long until that plastic housing gets melted would be my main question. All the cookouts/bonfires/ survivors' parties I've been to involved fires that made Smoky the Bear cry. I'll keep my loooong metal sausage skewer and 'mallo immolator, thanks.
LittleRed1

Groundhog said...

Bob, Bob, Bob...

Barkley isn't a crook. In the Army that field was what was know as:

"Supply Relocation Specialist!"

You go Barkley!

BK said...

Ha! I love it. We generally go get a stick off a tree and peel the bark off and viola! Adds nice flavor to it. At home we generally use a meat fork and cook em on the gas stove.

Dori said...

That's all right, Brigid...I tend to fly under the radar. :)

And I'm pretty sure Barkley would like for you to invest in one of the marshmallow launchers...everyone around here gets exercise when it comes out!

Matt said...

WOw. Some people will buy anything. I wonder if it comes with tools to pull the marshmallows off so fingers don't get gooey?

Bubblehead Les. said...

Will trade Marshmallow for Chocolate. Who wants to swap?

Hurricane Mikey-- said...

Sticks are cool and all, but I pride myself on my ability to turn an ordinary throwaway coat hanger from the dry cleaners into the ultimate campfire cooking tool with only a pair of pliers.

The little corkscrewey part is perfect for holding marshmallows, and I even bend the excess around to make handles. No batteries required.

mathair42angels said...

The most sophisticated marshmellow roasting equipment necessary is a metal kebab skewer. I think the battery powered one needs to join the list of deadly sins.

Anonymous said...

You haven't lived ghetto until you've roasted marshmellows on a bare 100 watt incandescent light bulb.

Anonymous said...

Have you noticed that someone is making giant marshmallows? I popped one in my mouth whole (I have been told on more than one occasion that I have a big mouth) and I could hardly breath! Really, that thing was so big my first thought was about bad TV shows where they stuff something in the prisoner's mouth before the tie the gag across it. Or the scene in A Fish Called Wanda where Otto is trying to get information out of Ken.