Anatomy of S'more

Summer. Take another deep breath.  Mmmm…


To me the epitome of summer circles back to childhood.  Simple memories of playing flashlight tag at dusk, collecting fireflies, swimming until my skin pruned, long days, tired nights, and making S'mores from the abandoned coals of the barbecue.

Bodies huddled tightly over the fire, buzzing like a colony of bees hard at work - a task at hand.

Preschoolers, Teens, Adults - all talking, turning, guiding, and roasting their marshmallows to perfection.

Elbow room at a minimum. The air is sweet and smoky from burning marshmallows.

Audibly you could hear her and others mumble "Mmmm" in delight.

And in the midst of the moment, Alex says "Oh Mommy.  S'mores are the best. I really, really like them. Can we do this again?" But of course.  It wouldn't be summer without it.