No More S’mores

Today was get the groceries day.  Good timing for M to tell me that he’d never had a s’more.

Despite the season, we found plenty of marshmallows (for hot cocoa?).  So, I made a whole bunch on a cookie sheet under the broiler (Graham cracker under the mallow) then presented the sweets to the family.

K found the stickies distressing, tried to clean the mallow off with a paper towel, then tried to flap the towel off while it bungie bounced off her hand.

DH gave K a bath right away.  And what did M think of the s’more?

Here are his left overs.

3 Replies to “No More S’mores”

  1. hahaha…Last summer, while upstate with my family we learned that DH had never had a s’more either. His leftover was about the same size as your son’s. It was just too sweet for him.

    • Did you take him to the swimming spot with the rock you slide down by your Aunt’s cottage?

      I made my s’more with dark chocolate – it was some better. Maybe you need to have hiked, built your own fire and be really hungry and tired for it to taste right.