S’Mores have become an American tradition,
like baseball and apple pie.
But, seriously, I think they’re loved more than apple pie.
That’s why they’re called S’mores.
After eating one, they always wanted some more.
Serving this treat at a campfire can cause technical difficulties.
Usually, the bag of marshmellows gets ripped open crooked,
the plastic bag tearing down the side and stretching the words like silly putty.
Half the white puffs are touched by dirty fingers,
the other half fall in the dirt.
There is always someone that says
“OH, I don’t like S’Mores,”
and they just eat all the chocolate.
Add the frustration of trying to break graham crackers
perfectly on the perforated lines and until you shove one in your mouth
you might be wondering if it’s worth the hassle.
Grace’s graduation party was going to end with S’Mores and a campfire,
and I needed to be efficient and festive.
I started with the ingredients and cellophane gift bags.
First I cut the graham crackers perfectly,
then filled each bag with two crackers,
two marshmellows and a small candy bar.
I LOVE my S’Mores with a Reese’s peanut butter cup.
They’re softer and the chocolate melts faster
than the solid chocolate bars.
Plus, peanut butter is good for you, right?
If you love coconut, you’ll love S’mores with a Mounds.
My friend, Natalie, skips the chocolate bars and uses fudge-striped cookies.
This works especially well for younger kids.
Bags were tied with curling ribbon
and placed in a basket.
All set for the campfire!
I’m planning on preparing this way for our summer camping trip, too.
My mouth isn’t the only thing crying out for more,
my heart is longing for more, as well.
Unlike the parent who has to say NO to too many treats,
the Lord doesn’t say NO when we ask for more.
He has more precious thoughts towards us…
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
He annoints us more…
You love righteousness and hate wickedness;Therefore God,
Your God, has anointed You With the oil of gladness more than Your companions.
He provides for us more…
Now if God so clothes the grass of the field,
which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven,
will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
He gives to us more…
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your Father who is in heaven
give good things to those who ask Him!
He cherishes us more…
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Our reaction should be more…
But I will hope continually,
And will praise You yet more and more.
So, do ya’ want S’More?