pb smore

I have never liked s'mores. They're too sweet for me. I don't like toasted marshmellow and would rather just eat my hershey chocolate plain and then munch on the graham crackers.

The fact that I don't like smores really wouldn't be that big of a deal to the average person. But I'm in camp ministry. And if you're in camp ministry, you really should like s'mores. This was pointed out to me at the camp I worked at in Nebraska by the returning counselors who were fiercely loyal to the woman whose job I replaced. They found the fact that I didn't like s'mores to be the only evidence they needed to prove that I was never going to measure up. "She doesn't like s'mores" was said as if I had just admitted that I didn't actually like children, people, the outdoors or Jesus. It was virtually a deal breaker.

But something happened this weekend. Jacqueline recommended we put peanut butter on our s'mores. I was intrigued, gave it a whirl and guess what? Not only did I finish my first smore, I made another. I was one of those people who goes back for more! S'more!

It's so good. The peanut butter takes the edge off of the marshmellow and basically it turns the whole thing into a gooey glorified reeces. The s'more you see pictured above? Just made it in the microwave.