Today the girls and I spent some great time with my Mother, did some major cleaning in our house and worked on a gigantic de-cluttering project. We are de-cluttering the whole house. That’s quite a project. Also, with Daughter Number Two bringing her stuff back from her first year at college (she’s so organized she’s bringing it home in waves) it’s been especially cluttered. After a long, hard-working morning we decided to give The Hubs a break from our maniacal cleaning and head to the grocery store, list and menu in hand. The list included items to make S’Mores.
As we were leaving, a friend of Daughter Number Three stopped by to see if she wanted to go to the City Park. That was a much better offer than going grocery shopping with Mom and the Sisters, so she headed off to play. That was probably better for the rest of us, anyway. As the saying goes, too many shoppers spoil the trip.
Since it was a long and tiring day I decided to take a pass on dinner. I asked The Hubs if he minded making hot dogs and S’Mores for us in the fire pit. He agreed, but wanted to wait for the sun to dip.
As it was still about 90 degrees at 7 o’clock, we decided to go ahead and brave the heat. The Hubs cooked the dogs (turkey dogs for me and Daughter Number 2) and I heated up some leftover cheesy grits from last night’s dinner and made a quick batch of slaw. We all came in to eat and cool down a bit before heading back out to make the S’Mores. The Hubs was still chugging iced tea so Daughter Number 2 took over as the pit master for the Marshmallows. She finally let her sisters make a couple. She brought me a perfectly toasty mallow cuddled up with the melty chocolatey heaven of a Hershey’s bar, sandwiched between the crispy graham crackers. What better way to end a Sunday.
I can’t remember a time in my life when I hadn’t had them. They have been in existence since at least 1927 when they were mentioned in a Girl Scout Publication. They became a popular camping food and were turned into a cult classic in the 1993 movie, The Sandlot. Here is a conversation between two of the characters:
Hamilton ‘Ham’ Porter: Hey, Smalls, you wanna s’more?
Smalls: Some more of what?
Ham: No, do you wanna s’more?
Smalls: I haven’t had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?
Ham: You’re killing me Smalls! These are s’more’s stuff! Ok, pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the ‘mallow. When the ‘mallows flaming… you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good! Try some!
I can’t argue with Ham’s logic on this one. You’re killing me, Smalls! They are kind of messy, but really good. You should try some if you haven’t already, and then you should try s’more!