Before I was about ten, I had never heard of them. Until I passed 40, I had only had a few, as campfires were few and far between. I both love and curse my friend Beth for telling me about this trick. My son just loves her for it.
Here is how I fight the occasional desperate need for S’mores:
First: assemble your ingredients:
Chocolate (two squares from a regular chocolate bar or three from a mini bar)
Six to Eight Mini-Marshmallows
An oven or toaster oven (but please, not a toaster… that could get really messy)
Then, on a tiny cookie sheet or if that’s in the sink dirty, just grab a sheet of aluminum foil or parchment paper and proceed building.
Add chocolate to graham cracker. Really, don’t add more. This is plenty, unless you like scalding hot chocolate dripping down your hands…
Next, add the mini-marshmallows. Again, six to eight is enough, unless you like being burned by molten sugar. I like the mini-marshmallows because they get mushy all the way through. The big ones never do. And I like piling them on top of the chocolate, because it seems to melt more evenly. Besides, when I squish the second graham cracker on top later, everything spreads to the edges. If you start on the outside, it never squishes towards the middle!
Look at them getting warm…
Almost there. See how the marshmallows are getting puffy? Pay very close attention at this point. They can go from golden and nummy to crispy in no time flat.
Roughly three to three and a half minutes after they were put in the oven, they are ready to come out! I had the cheap toaster oven set on about 400* and “bake.”
Ahhh, would you look at that?
Put the second graham cracker on the top and squish it slightly. If you don’t squish it a bit, the marshmallows will begin to harden and the top graham cracker will slide off.
In our family, two s’mores sandwiches are enough, three is slightly too much, four is sickening…
Just one final word: be careful. Every item that can melt has melted. They get runny when they are melted. Do not wear good clothes or even light colored clothes (or fuzzy bathrobes).
You have been warned!
Have you ever done this before? Do you do any variations? Please share! We’d all love to hear! And if I have just done to you what my friend Beth did to/for me, then I apologize and you are welcome.