That is all.
And here I thought I knew you, Johnny. For shame. For shame.
Any reason why not? Hatred of gram crackers?
Just never had the opportunity. When I was a kid we had marshmallows on the frequent trips to the beach. But none of the other ingredients.
The metric system is the tool of the devil! My car gets forty rods to the hogshead and that’s the way I likes it!
Your OP made me cry. Pour a glass of milk. Soy or cow. Lay a Graham cracker on a cookie sheet with a marshmallow nicely snuggled on top. Lay its counterpart adjacent with four squares of delicious dark (or milk; I don’t judge) chocolate. Dial up “broil”. Hover like a helicopter Mom and wait for marshmallow to brown to your liking. When browing perfection is reached, whip out the cookie sheet. Mate browned marshmallow to melty chocolate.
Bite.
Let us know how that works out for you.
Sacrilege.
That is all.
Me either. Until my’s Wifes birthday last summer. I knew one of our guests was going to make some. We had a camp fire going and I was really looking forward to it. What’s not to like?
Threw about half of it in the fire.
Coincidentally on whim I had S’mores for dessert a few days ago (yummy!) and today had S’morz cereal for breakfast (Yummy, again!).
You were a deprived child, Johnny!
Did you never go to summer camp? Have a cookout? Build a fire to roast things, like, ummm, weinies and marshmallows at the beach?
Tell ya what…should you ever get to middle Tennessee, you are invited to experience S’mores around a campfire with a bunch of us musicians and bikers. Guitar or bike optional. Graham crackers, Hershey bars and marshmallows are not.
You and I seem to like the same kinds of food, Johnny. So I can say this with utmost surety: You would love them. You’d absolutely love them. You’d take a few bites of one and want two, three more.
Here’s what you do: Buy Graham crackers, Marshmallows, and two Hershey’s candy bars the next time you’re at the store (make sure the Hershey’s is the kind that breaks off into those little rectangles).
Then, at home, just put a mallow on a fork and hold it over a lit candle for a few minutes, until it’s mushy.
Have two rectangles of Hershey’s ready on one of the graham crackers, and move the mallow down to it, sliding it off with your finger onto it. Then just put another cracker on top and squish it down (yes, the mallow should be squeezing out the sides).
Then eat it.
Your taste buds will be in Heaven.
I don’t know, I find them kind of overrated. Hershey’s barely even counts as chocolate for one thing. Plus, they’re so sticky.
S’mores are one of those things where I think, I haven’t had s’mores in a while. So I get the ingredients and get a fire going, make a s’more and then think, they’re stickier and messier than they are worth.
6th grade camp. No s’mores.
We did have a fire at the beach. (One of the nice things about San Diego is that you can have fires on the beach.) We had hot dogs and marshmallows to roast.
I keep seeing Nanaimo bars at the supermarket. I keep wanting to get them. Only then I remember how freakin’ sweet they are, and pass on them.
Screw s’mores, try s’mookies.
A s’more with chocolate chip cookies (or snickerdoodles) instead of the graham crackers. Once you try it you’ll never go back.
When they find me at 600 lbs and unable to get out of bed, blame the s’mookies.
This made me think of Carvey’s “crotchety old man” routine, Bryan!;)
'We didn’t have mpg’s when I was a boah! We used rods to the hogshead, and we liked it!!!"
You’d have to have been a fan of SNL at the time Dana was on to appreciate that, I reckon.
Thanks
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You’re killing me, Smalls!
I never had them until I was an adult.
Inconceivable!!!:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
And yes, I do know what the word means. 
S’mores-free all my life.
Ho, you decadent Americans with your crackers and chocolate.
In Australia, we only have marshmallow! And we cook it with stick from ground! And we set them on fire so they go black on the outside and melted in the middle and this makes us stronk.