S’MORES: Fun around a fire

Places where I can’t plug in a blow dryer or check my voice mail are unnatural to me. And so camping isn’t much in my repertoire. That would explain why at 28 years of age, I’ve never had a s’more.

A s’more is so delightful that its name apparently comes from asking for some more.

I think it’s delightful that people take so much delight in making them.

After a great goodbye BBQ in Chris’ beautiful backyard, we all settled in under the stars around the fire pit.

There was a flutter of excitement as a gigantic bag of marshmallows, two giant Hershey’s chocolate bars and a tower of graham crackers appeared.

“What’s going on?,” I asked, blinking my big innocent anime eyes.

Everyone gasped. “You’ve never had a s’more?” A team soon mobilized to making my first s’more a perfect one.

With direction from Jenn and Steph, TV star and s’more chef Mark placed a chocolate square on a graham cracker on the edge of the fire to warm them up a little.

He toasted a marshmallow, crispy brown on the outside and gooey on the inside. Then with military precision, he smooshed it onto the chocolate-cracker, topped it with another graham cracker and thrust the funny sandwich at me.

At that point, I was told, “Eat it! Eat it quick!”

So I did.

It was so sweet and smushy and toasty and made me all fuzzy and happy. My first s’more. Thanks guys!