cave dwellers . . .

i woke up this morning to a chilly 32 degrees.  eek!  there was only one thing to do: light a fire and make a cup of chocolate coffee:

life is good.  and when the fire finally burned down to a good bed of coals, kidlet headed for the marshmallows.  nothing like a perfectly roasted marshmallow shell:

and then there was dinner to think about.  over a year later and i still had not attempted the 9TS's stuffed manicotti.  it was time.  some stuffing:

some shells:

 fresh from the oven:

and it was pretty good.  i used bottled gravy instead of homemade so it wasn't quite the same but good enough for a cold march night.  next time, a little sloth magic and we'll be good to go.