It was 63 degrees when I left the house this morning, no lie. Those are autumn numbers, guys. I’m still planning to hold on to summer for at least a few more weeks (I need at least one or two more beach trips), so I thought I’d do a camping-themed pin today. S’mores bites!
Y’all, I am into some s’mores. And it will come as no surprise to you that I am a bit of a marshmallow roasting perfectionist. Now that’s not to say I always get it right. Half the time what happens is that I have almost reached an optimum golden brown with sticky, warm insides when the whole thing catches on fire and is ruined (or I have to give it to my husband, who likes the burned ones).
Indoor s’mores seem somehow less prone to fantastic, flaming failure.
I gathered my ingredients.
And the instructions said to cut the graham crackers in circles or use Ritz crackers and that was a big hell no from me. 1) Ain’t nobody got time for cutting graham crackers into circles. 2) Ritz crackers are not an acceptable substitute.
I did take the time to cut the marshmallows in half because I’ve never done that before and it seemed sort of fun and not any sort of difficult. It wasn’t really that fun, it turns out, but it was easy.
The most difficult part of this whole thing was, in fact, figuring out how to get my oven to do the broil setting. The fact that I can turn it on is pretty impressive in itself, considering how often I use it, for real.
The instructions on the post say to watch your marshmallows the whole time so as to reach optimum goldness. I was totally on board with that, given my above explanation of my marshmallow roasting perfectionist tendencies, but my oven looks like this when the door is closed:
You can’t see through it and there is no light. So in order to watch the little sons of bitches, I had to keep opening the oven. And I really have no idea how long it took. I wasn’t timing it. Maybe time yourself unwrapping 12 Hershey kisses, because that’s about how long it took.
They looked pretty darn perfect when I pulled them out, if I do say so myself.
I thought the chocolate would actually integrate a little bit better with these, but it sort of just sat on top of the golden marshmallow crust on the top. So my issue here is the structural integrity of the whole thing. It’s not the same as a regular s’more because you’re not squishing it together and forcing the chocolate to fuse properly with the marshmallow.
Even still, these were pretty darn delicious, and totally cute, too. I had to eat 3 to make sure I liked them. I do. Additionally, they did not involve getting campfire smoke in my eyeballs, dousing myself in 90% deet, or shitting in a hole, so I am in favor of them and also in favor of all indoor camping activities.