Despite the ever-presence of smoke on the horizon in recent days and weeks, and the impending threat of neighbourhood fires, we just weren't going to get away without having a marshmallow-toasting exercise these holidays.
The children have had their eye on a large pile of my pruning debris in recent weeks, and it seemed we could stall them no longer.
The resulting towering inferno really needed to be seen to be believed, flames leaping thiry feet in the air, causing plants in a nearby garden bed to wither and even Dad's recently acquired rain guage (Happy Father's Day) to melt considerably.
Several hours later, with chores completed, we were left with a pile of coals, perfectly conducive to expert marshmallow-toasting.
Of course, marshmallow toasting at dusk, whilst fun, is not to be recommended to those families who would like their children to eat a more nutritionally balanced dinner.
Sometimes though, we throw the rule-book out the window in school holidays.
Even Dad tried a few with a cold beer. Again, not recommended.
And so, with our fire safely extinguished, sticky fingers and bellies full of sugar, we retreated inside to review the food pyramid with the children.