I’m 58. I was in my late 30’s when I had my first sno-cone. And I’ve never had a corndog. Didn’t like the sno-cone it was sticky.
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Over sixty and I’ve never driven a car through a carwash. Ashamed to admit but I’m kinda scared to. And I always live on dirt roads, too.
I have never had a s’more.
Don’t feel bad. It is kind of scary.
I’m 61 and I’ve never seen *Gone With The Wind. * Smores, though … I’m sure I wasn’t more than 6 or 7 years old the first time I had one.
Yep. I’ve never had one for just this reason. They don’t sound tasty enough to overcome my aversion to getting my hands dirty.
A few years ago I was at the grocery store and bought hot dogs, buns, and a can of Hormel Chili with no beans. Cashier was making small talk while ringing up my stuff and and asked how my day was going. I said “okay, just getting stuff for supper”. She said something along the lines of how I had an odd combination of hot dogs and chili. I said I was making chili dogs. She asked how do you make them and I said hot dog in the bun, chili on top. She had never heard of that before.
A lot of kid-culture staples did not exist when we octogenarians were kids. I lived in Montreal for two years, and people always ask about poutine, but that wasn’t invented until after I left. My parents never heard of pizza until they were in their 40s. I was 35 before I heard of a Big Mac.
I’m in my mid-60s, and had never even heard of s’mores until I was well into adulthood. And I was in the Boy Scouts during my pre-teen years, and went to summer camp every summer during my pre-teen and early teen years. Were they more of a regional thing back in the 1960s? I grew up in northern Virginia.
I’ve had them, but same reaction as others: I like chocolate, graham crackers, and toasted marshmallows individually, but the combination is just all wrong.
I’m 66 and don’t even know what a s’more is. :eek:
(Is it because I’m in the UK?)
I’ve had s’mores - we went camping most years when I was a kid and we had these once or twice. My mother realized, though, that toasting marshmallows was our real love, so gave up on s’mores.
My father and I went to Disneyland in January. He is 90. We relaxed with ginormous raspberry rose macarons at one point and my father took one bite and said “why haven’t I ever had one before?”
I’ve never had a Big Mac, although I worked for McDonald’s for years. A burger with extra bread and [del]salad dressing[/del] “special sauce”? Blech.
I can’t even remember when I had my first s’more. They were always a thing when we were at the cabin, either over a campfire or over the open grill (rack removed). I will admit, I prefer just toasting marshmallows over the whole s’more thing. When the whole mallow is golden brown, edges almost burnt, inside pure sugar cream? Heaven.
A few years ago we made marshmallows for toasting and s’mores. They didn’t toast as well as Jet-Pufs, but a chocolate marshmallow on a graham cracker is very good.
I would imagine so. As far as I know, s’mores are (at least mostly) an American thing. The etymology of it goes back to 1937 (at least the first written record of it, so the term almost certainly predates it by a little bit), as a shortening of “some more” as in “I would like some more.” (The use of the contraction s’more, itself, not used to refer to the campfire treat, goes back to at least 1887.) In case it’s not clear from this thread, what you do is take a marshmallow of appropriate size (I use ones that are cylinders about 3cm tall by 3cm diameter), put it on a stick, roast it over an open fire until it gets all gooey and browned (or even blackened, if you like it that way), take two squares of graham crackers (a typical American graham cracker is something like 6cm x 12cm, and scored down the middle both vertically and horizontally into four pieces; break it along one of these lines so you have two 6cm x 6cm squares of graham cracker), put a piece or two of chocolate (as best as you can break it off the bar) on one of the crackers, place the toasted marshmallow (still on the stick) on top of this graham cracker-chocolate half of the s’more, complete the “sandwich” by placing the other graham cracker on top and smooshing down, remove stick while sandwiching everything with your other hand, holding all ingredients in place, and voila! S’moredom has been achieved.
Or, instead of reading and imagining all that, watch this scene from The Sandlot.
(One quibble: you really don’t want to set it aflame as quickly as he does, and you just might not want to set it aflame at all. You need some time for the marshmallow to get cooking to get to the proper goo-iness and then, if you like yours more on the charred side, stick in the fire to let it flame up. If you don’t like it charred, hold it above the fire and rotate as it browns to your desired level of brownness.)
We had a cabin and had campfires almost every night. We always had marshmallows to roast but never made smores. I was probably a young adult when I finally had one. They’re just ok to me. I love all of the elements but was kind of disappointed when I tasted one. There wasn’t enough chocolate taste to me.
I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 25. Everyone else had theirs at 16 - they couldn’t wait to get it. For some reason I was scared. I’m not sure if it was the actual driving that scared me or the driving test. I took drivers ed at school and received my permit. I had my dad take me out a couple of times to practice but then didn’t do anything more. I was finally tired of having to get rides everywhere. Once I got my license, I had no issues with driving. I’ve never been scared/nervous to drive.
TRC4941, I didn’t learn to drive until I was 21. Yep, I was scared.
Recently I made rice for the first time ever.
A watershed experience in my career as a chef.
I had to deal with car insurance for the first time last week. I’m 45.
I’m nearing 70, have been camping/backpacking/4WD boondocking since I was 8 (Y-Indian Guides > Boy Scouts > Sea Scouts > Growed-up adult). I’ve heard about smores the entire time, thought they sounded ghastly. I finally tasted one just a year or two ago (camping, of course) and I hated it. Graham Crackers are one of my favorite foods, but in combo with the sugar/lard confection called marshmallows, and chocolate (which I’ve never been crazy about) - nope. As bad as I’d always expected.
My Ignorance Achievement: Despite having been an all American TeeVee-watching 50’s kid, I have never seen more than a few minutes of The Wizard Of Oz.
This says it will make enough smores for 16. Clearly they haven’t read the comments in here—it would cover a lot more of us.