Bonfires are overrated. It’s cold and windy, there’s sand everywhere, there’s never any booze left, you smell like a burnt french outdoorsman and there’s a creepy geetar player with questionable facial hair trying to steal your girlfriend. The only thing that keeps bonfires from devolving into the ninth circle of hell is… s’mores. S’MORES!
S’mores are heaven. But the give and take with s’mores is that the gooey exquisite taste experience can’t be replicated unless you’re at a bonfire. The marshmallow has to be a little burnt, your lips have to be a wee dehydrated, your skin has to be a teensy bit salty and there has to be the smell of sand dust on your fingers. Those things create the ideal s’more experience. Every other IRL s’more is a cheap imitation that doesn’t quite fit the context. Basically, you shouldn’t try to re-create a s’more without going to a bonfire.
No one said you couldn’t create a Super S’more. A Super S’more, you see, breaks every s’more rule in the book while maximizing the magical experience factor. This ain’t a s’more no more, people. This is a s’morgasm. Graham crackers? Pshh. Let’s use Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Hershey’s? Nuh uh. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Ordinary marshmallows? Nope, GIANT SIZED PLEASE. Pop a peanut butter cup on one doughnut, the marshmallow on the other and set it in a toaster oven. Let it melt to wet, gooey and toasted perfection, then smash ’em together and enjoy the delicacy in the peacefulness of your own home. You’re never going to bonfire again. [Modern Primate via Geekosystem]