It was so smoky out at my parent's house last night that it felt like camping. I got a huge craving for bannock baked on a stick over a fire.
But. It's not all gooey, delicious bread and tenting, because there is a chance we could be evacuated because of the fires. People in Slocan were already. I hope it rains like crazy. But then stops and settles down to a good, danceable temperature by the wedding.
*nervous laughter*
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