12 years ago, while enjoying s’mores around the campfire with friends, I touted my marshmallow roasting and s’more creating abilities.
To which my husband casually remarked
how would I know?
Of course this literally means, “give me a taste”.
As a smitten newlywed, I smiled and gave him my s’more.
He responded in kind, lavishing me with positive and creative comments about my s’more.
As you can imagine, our friends were not to be left out of this foolishness.
They each set out to cook a ‘better’ s’more, to which they were rewarded with equally goofy and creative responses.
Weeks later, around the same campfire, only with family instead, my husband and I related the s’more story.
My father’s response:
“You mean to tell me that you got people to make s’mores for you, just by fooling them into thinking it was some kind of contest?”
My husband beamed, enjoying his scheme.
To add to the fun, he put forth the same challenge to my family.
My dad thought he was crazy.
“Why would anyone make you a s’more, when you are perfectly capable of making it yourself?”
Well….the stage was set. My brother got up and started cooking a marshmallow.
One by one, each of us made our best s’more and were rewarded with commentary.
My dad maintained that we were all nutty.
But who likes being left out of a good family competition?
Certainly not my dad.
He finally gave in and made his s’more.
And the cabin S’MORE TASTING COMPETITION had begun.