Sort of like s'mores, I guess...

Last night I attended a potluck/bonfire/Bye, Have A Nice Time Hiking the Appalachian Trail party for a girl I work with at my second job. It was a lovely evening with good company and mostly standard potluck fare. I brought fresh beer bread. Heather brought hot dogs and buns. Sarah provided the bonfire and chips n' dip. Mike brought a dead rabbit he had shot that afternoon from his back porch with a 9mm handgun. ("It was the first gun I grabbed, ya.") He skinned it, cut it into parts, skewered said parts on sticks, and we roasted them over the fire. There was no dessert.