My supplies are still high but I don’t know what I will do when they start to run down. Will I keep feeding this s’mores monster that has found a home inside of me? Will I try to destroy it by eating the delicious mangos I loved just days ago? The worst part is I don’t even know what I want. I realize that eating s’mores with each of my meals may not be sustainable but the thought of giving them up feels too unbearable at the moment. Please help.
S’mores have had a great PR campaign. We associate them with camp fires, toasty nights by the fire place and all sorts of warm, fuzzy things. Sterling Cooper couldn’t have written a better pitch for them. When I went to the grocery store to get some graham crackers, marshmallows and Hersheys, I wasn’t aware of the danger of s’mores. If I had knows, maybe I wouldn’t have been so quick to rush to the checkout line.
When I woke up this morning, I passed the fresh fruit, the toast, the eggs, the cereals and without even thinking, I laid a graham cracker on my plate/ I placed one marshmallow on top of it, two Hershey squares and then another marshmallow. I placed the tower into the microwave and let it go on high power for 15 seconds. I watched the marshmallows start to puff up and when I pulled the plate out, I placed the second graham cracker on top and watched the marshmallow and chocolate ooze out the sides. I took my first bite. Happiness exploded inside of me.
I went through this routine three more times today. There was no feeling of coziness, not a fire in sight. Just me standing in my small galley kitchen with the light of the microwave shining on my face.