Bon fires are one of my favourite things about summer. There is something so mesmerizing about staring at a crackling fire; the lure of the glowing orange ambers, beneath the white stars, while slowly turning a sharp pointed stick in your hand with a gooey marshmallow on the other end, getting it just the right shade of brown. Ah, this is living. Too bad I’m not a man.
Only men are allowed to build bon fires, you know. They are also the only ones allowed to tend to them. It is the law, based on sacred rituals originating from the days of the cave men, where fire meant survival. Now it just means “my fire is bigger than your fire.” When it comes to a fire pit, men are down right primeval. Ladies, if you doubt this fact, at your next bon fire opportunity try this: pick up a log and say these words, “Can I just toss this one in?”