Picture this: It’s a warm summer night by a lake. The sky is clear and the stars are shinning bright. The waves are slowly breaking into shore providing a cool breeze. In front of you is a crackling campfire that’s producing just enough heat to warm you toes, but keep your from getting a little too toasty.You reach to your right to find a cooler full of ice cold beer. You take a sip, it’s crisp and refreshing. Now you look to your left. Who’s there? Oh hey it’s me. You smile, I smile back. At this point if you’re a chick you’ve probably fallen in love and if you’re a guy you’re definitely starting to question yourself. “What is he making in the fire,” you ask. Oh just a little campfire snack… some roasted Starburst. I remove my roasting stick from the fire and then it appears. A gooey, delicious morsel of love rises from the flames and you can’t wait to sink your teeth in. But then a drop of fiery Starburst lava drips off and lands right on my hand. FAAAAHHHHHKKKKKKKK.
Well even after burning my hand this weekend with molten Starburst – and Lemon too, it’s like the stepchild of Starbursts – I still think that this was an incredible experience. The final product contains all the goodness of eating candy without the fear of ripping out one of your fillings by the second bite. A few seconds in the flame and you’re left with a crunchy outer shell and a warm gooey inside that surprisingly doesn’t burn your mouth. I mean look at that picture above, it’s like a heated bomb pop.
I’ll leave you with this, be careful. Have a good roasting stick, pay attention, or wear one glove like the late great MJ. Otherwise you may end up with a burn that looks like an unfinished Nike swoosh.