If you know me, you know I’ve recently fallen in love. And his name is S’mores. It wasn’t love at first sight, but rather a slow burn. I really slept on S’more my whole childhood, but now I’m hooked, and I can’t get enough. It all happened last summer. I said to myself, “Self, we have to do something to make summer nights special, otherwise it’s just another night.” (I re-wrote that sentence 1,000 times, and every time I sound like a 1950s housewife.) After deciding that a “summery” cocktail every night would be absurd (but would it?), I landed on S’mores. Something changed in me that first night I made them. I became a believer. When summer ended, I cooled off on the S’mores. But when we were ordered to stay at home, and the world seemed to be ending, I decided to treat myself again. My first panic buy was a supply of S’mores ingredients. I absolutely have my priorities straight. Anyway, I wrote this for you, S’mores. I love you. O S’mores!
Ooey gooey treat, you knock me off my feet. Melted chocolate, toasted mallow, can’t wait til tomorrow. Need one now, need it quick, someone get me to a fire pit. i learned from Ham that first, you take the gram. Time to be a stacker Chocolate tops the cracker, what comes next, isn’t just for effect, When the mallow’s on fire, Ecstasy will transpire, For now it’s time to eat, your tasty little treat. O S’mores! Are you a dessert or a sandwich? I demand to know which. Desserts make you wait, they’re last on your plate. So if you don’t mind, I think it’s lunch time.
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