Oh dang! I have found an irresistable S’more! I am usually the one putting marshmallows on the stick, prepping the S’more ingredients, making sure no one gets burned, and eating the blackened marshmallows. By the time the kids have S’mores made, I am so full from the 5,000 marshmallows my son, Michael – A.K.A. – my little Pyro, likes to make me. I can usually refuse the S’more with a no thanks, I’m good.
Well…not any more! Holy Cow! These S’mores are so dang good, I couldn’t help myslef! I didn’t take just one bite either, like I told myself I would. Once I had one…there was no stopping it. I devoured that bad boy! Seriously, what is it about juicy strawberries paired with melting chocolate?
