Origin Of S'mores Novels & Stories

“Did he tell you we have a big race coming up?” I ask, bending down to Hayden’s level. “Yeah, the Blue Mountain Derby, and he’s racing against your horse, Mushroom.” “Marshmallow,” I correct. “And Marshmallow isn’t my racehorse. It’s Valentine.” “Oh, marshmallows are a much yummier food.” Hayden grins. “Hey, Dad? Can we have s’mores?” “I think we can make that happen,” Langston says. “Have you ever been camping before?”

She smiled at me, “sure you don’t want to come?” I shook my head no, pointing to the fire. “Nope, she’s staying here and eating one of my famous smores.” Raiden said, pulling me towards him. “They’re not famous…” Zev teased his friend. Raiden raised his eyebrow, “you and I both know I have mastered the art of a perfectly brown marshmallow like no other. Gooey inside, crispy on the outside.” “Whatever, “ Zev chuckled. “We’ll both make her one and see if she can tell the difference.”

"Do you want anything to eat?" Mike asked, scratching his head. "Depends." Sammy teased. "Are you going to burn the house down?" Mike laughed. "It'll have to be something simple." When he turned to look in the cupboards Sammy stared at his back, noticing the outline of his shoulders beneath his thin shirt. He quickly averted his gaze as Mike spun around, arms filled with boxes of pop tarts. "My favourite," Sammy said. When the pair sat with a plate of freshly toasted s’mores flavoured tarts Sammy breathed the sugary scent of the marshmallows. It reminded him of that night in front of the fire, burning Mike's hairbrush.

I was a bit apprehensive about it all, but sometimes change could be good, right? Again, my gaze fell back to the wolf beside me. Words were being spoken, but I could only hear my thoughts. Was this his doing? Maybe we truly were destined, but if that was the case, why was I betrothed to another? I could go against my commitment. That would be selfish, though. But I never had an issue with being selfish before… “… You take the marshmallow, put it on a stick, hold it to the fire until it catches like this. And then you smash it between two crackers and some chocolate. S’mores.”

A fire was already set up, with enough chairs surrounding it for everyone. “What is this for?” Achilles asked, picking up a platter with chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers. “This is the best part about camping.” I smiled as I took two graham crackers, one marshmallow, and a piece of Hershey's chocolate. “S’mores.” “What are S’mores?” Achilles asked as he followed me to the campfire and sat in the chair next to the one I selected. “You never…?” My question died on my tongue as I looked at the innocent expression on his face. “Here, I will show you.”

“My s’mores are ready to be devoured!” Gracie takes another sip of wine before taking a bite of her s’mores. “Mmm, these are delicious, I have not had s’mores in a while, but I do make them from time to time.” Paxton’s eyes smile at Gracie.

That combined with the Tramadol had him euphoric and in high spirits. The end of day two was wonderful. As the sun set even more, Brenden had the idea to make s'mores with Dillon's beach grill. The perfect boyfriend he was, Tony agreed to run to the store for the ingredients and pick up the grill from their place. While he was gone, they blasted music from Brenden's wireless speaker and talked back and forth. They sat and watched the last moments of the sunset and Dillon thought the beach at night was equally beautiful. The moon had come out and was nearly full. The moonlight danced upon the water and when Tony came back with the grill, skewers, and the s'mores ingredients, Dillon's breath c

“No. I put sugar in your gas tank because you and Odin and Anderson burned my dollhouse my grandfather bought me for Christmas in the fire pit. You were roasting smores over it and offered me one. It was the same weekend as the barbie thing. I know Odin got the idea to burn the dollhouse because it was where all my barbies were.” “If someone burned your dollhouse it wasn’t me,” his voice trailed off. “Holy shit the smores. We made smores and Odin was the one who started the fire in the firepit. I thought it was weird he wanted to have a fire in the middle of the day, but I was fifteen and he’d snuck your father’s beer, so I was all in. We drank beer and ate smores. Are you saying we burned y

"So?" "Oh, right." He kissed my mouth. "We need mallows, woman." "You and your marshmallows." His answer was a blinding smile. "You love it." "I do." "You love me." "More than marshmallows." "Blasphemy." "Only you would think so." I wrapped my arms around him. "Now, let's go get the makings for s'mores so we can meet everyone, we'll be late if we don't hurry."

Fucking bastard. "Oh, Jake! You've grilled it to perfection! I love how it's all orange and crispy," Winnie takes a smite from the first S'more on the stick, and a long "Mmm" leaves her lips. "So tasty! This is a piece of childhood right here!" She keeps licking away at the S'mores and the marshmallows, and I swear I feel it in my groin.