A Sure-Fire Winner
Jan 27th, 2010 by Marilyn
The people have spoken, and the people like dessert.
From seven food teasers in Random Acts of Blogness, the S’mores Tarts emerged victorious. My first thought was: “I have to…make those? Again?” But for you, I’ll fire them up. Just give me a few days – I have to make marshmallows, write a story, get some matches. Please sir, may I have s’more?
Silly illustration, above, from several years ago. Finally, a place to put it!
The people have spoken. And, in their infinite wisdom have probably saved me from myself because while I am dead certain I’ll enjoy the story, due to certain childhood S’mores “issues”, I am equally certain I will not be attempting to duplicate this particular recipe. Flame on!
Just don’t blow out the flames unless you’re amongst loved ones.
And I can’t believe that illustration was just tucked away! What a perfect unveiling.
I can’t wait to read about this one. In a little bit of serendipity, it’s snowing right now, which makes it perfect s’more weather. That doesn’t happen often in Oklahoma! I’ve always wondered how to make marshmellows from scratch, and now I finally get to learn the secret. Thank you for doing this, Marilyn!
Now, if you lovely people will excuse me, I’m going to scamper outside to gather snow for Snow Ice Cream and catch snowflakes. There’s something so giddy and pure and little-kid-joyful about throwing your head back, sticking out your tongue, and letting snowflakes lace your eyelashes. I DARE you not to giggle while doing this!
I was forced to be a Girl Scout for 3 very long years and the one and only thing that saved me was S’Mores so I say “You Go, Girl!” I, among others, am behind you all the way. And I so want to learn to make homemade marshmallows so may I hang around and watch?
I know it’s too late to vote, but I would’ve nodded to the spaghetti carbonara! Maybe that’s because I’m nine months pregnant and ONLY want carbs, or maybe it’s because your story reminded me so much of my own late nights with my sister. She’s seven years older, and she would drive us to 7/11 to get big gulps of forbidden soda after our parents were asleep. We would stay up all night making snacks – there were several months straight where it was a cream cheese-based hot shrimp dip, and another stretch where we invented BBQ potato chip sandwiches on lightly toasted rye bread with mayo and iceberg lettuce. These late-night secret sister snacks are some of our fondest memories. She and I threaten to try those BBQ potato chip sandwiches, but never have. Maybe I’ll make spaghetti carbonara, instead, as a tribute to secret sister snacks, and more important, sisters.
S’more, please…
Oh dear, I feel a twinge of guilt at having been one of the demons making you remake s’mores…and yet…I’m so HAPPY! Can’t wait. And thank you in advance for a deliciously sticky evening of indulgence.
Yay! I win!
Hugs,
Rhonda
Yeah! S’mores won! {sorry, grasped by my inner girl scout.}