S'MORE ME.

Call me five, but I was so excited when I got a s'more maker for Christmas...but I was even more excited putting it to use. Last night, I hosted a party with a few friends to take advantage of the chilly weather and catch up over America's my favorite dessert.

I laid out some white butcher's paper and wrote/doodled/went to town with some magic markers (again, I'm five). Despite my detailed step-by-step instructions, I learned that everyone makes s'mores their own way. It's a creative process, you see. Some like their marshmallows white (Lance) , and some like them flaming and black (COUGH, STEPHANIE). I tend to fall somewhere in the middle. Despite our different marshmallow preferences, fun was had by all.