The S’mores Ya Know

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This past weekend, I packed up my car and headed to the hills for a weekend bachelorette party – or as we affectionately came to dub it: The Baccha Loretta.

And full disclosure, this weekend was…all about making cocktails, dinner, and snacks. That’s right, when my friends and I party, we ALWAYS make sure there’s a clear and definite meal plan laid out of home-cooked concoctions.

Yeah, we’re awesome. I know it. We know it. And now, you (all) know it.

We all took a meal and crafted something delicious for the party to enjoy: omelettes, pizza, tacos, grilled cheese, ginger cocktails. But one thing became an apparent must-have meal for the weekend. S’mores.

As we looked over the photos for our weekend rental a conversation emerged that set the tone for the whole event:

Party Planner Friend: This the cabin we’re renting for the weekend

Bride: OMG! It’s great…..is that a fire pit in the backyard?

Me: Yes it is! We can have a little bonfire and…

All of Us: S’MORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Which brings me to why I wrote this tittle post. Toasting marshmallows for s’mores – and pretty much s’mores itself – is something so simple and fun. I’m not being glib when I say/write that. I really love making s’mores and I have yet to encounter someone who doesn’t feel the same.

S’mores are so tightly associated with my childhood that I get giddy and excited just at the idea of being able to make one. So this past weekend, I drove and got firewood and kindling. Our little bachelorette band was going to make s’mores and we were bringing the supplies:

  • Graham Crackers
  • (Hershey’s) Chocolate Bars
  • (Giant-sized) Marshmallows

Now, there’s no real recipe here, other than build a proper fire, put marshmallow on stick, toast over open flame, then smoosh between graham crackers and chocolate. And then figure out a way to eat it and keep yourself clean of marshmallow. Or just do as I did: wiggle your mashmallowed fingers at your friends while making ghost noises and saying, “THE MALLOW IS COMING FOR YOU!”

Post and Photos by Dayna Brownfield. 

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