S’more, please

Last week when my brother and I went to my mother’s, Adam helped a neighbor burn a pile of brush and a tree that had been cut down. Adam had said he’d toast marshmallows, but when it came time to do the toasting, he was on the phone with his girlfriend and decidedly less excited about the adventure. (Mom and I toasted a couple of marshmallows anyway.)

Since then, I’ve been craving s’mores. Toasty marshmallow goodness on top of melty chocolate, smooshed between graham crackers … Yum.

(The narrator is right: The microwave option just isn’t the same.)

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