The Perfect Mallow

My dad taught me how to love science fiction, flip rubber bands, solve quadratic equations and most importantly, how to roast the most perfect marshmallow. I'm sure this was an act of self preservation, since I was the kid who stuck the mallow in the hottest flame and flung it around in a panic when it caught fire, but I'm still grateful for his tutelage. So, what's the secret?

Low and slow.

Find a hot coal, no flames allowed, and plant your roasting stick directly over it. Don't let the mallow touch it (unless you like cinder flavor) and rotate it S-l-o-w-l-y until all sides are golden puffy.

Thanks, Dad.