Flambe Marshmallows

Every evening like on a cue Meg and I develop craving for something sweet. It's usually followed by rummaging through the cupboard, fridge and everywhere else a long-forgotten sweets could lay. Last night Meg extracted a bag of marshmallows from somewhere and offered to cook them on fire. We don't have the propane stove, so she took a candle. It was a slow, but definitely sweet process.