Thursday, January 11, 2018
What the heck is it about Smores? I’ve never had a Smore, probably because I never went camping. I have yet to meet a person who does not like Smores. The mere mention of Smores and people get excited. They love them, everyone loves them.
Can you buy Smores anywhere? Not really. There are fake Smores, Simulated Smores, Smore like desserts and kits to make your own Smores, but no one sells actual Smores. I have never been to a restaurant that offers Smores for dessert.
There are about one million different cookies, brownies and biscuit products for sale at any given grocery store, but no Smores. Here is a treat that just the mention has people excited and no entrepreneur has decided to manufacture the damn things and make a fortune.
Why, I have to ask, why?
Clearly because no one really likes to eat them. If they were really good eating, someone would make, package and sell millions of them, but they don’t, because they are sloppy to eat and not all that good.
Smores represent camping, they represent the memory of sitting around a fire and melting chocolate and marshmallows and mashing them between graham crackers to make a sandwich called a Smore.
I’ve seen them slapped together around a backyard fire, and grown humans who remembered their camping fun, eagerly making a Smore. I don’t recall anyone eating two.
Smores suck as a treat. There are a zillion desserts that are better than any Smore will ever be.
It is not the Smore that gets people excited, it is the memory of camping and campfires that gets them excited. Smores are a camping tradition. I get it. They are fun. I get it.
Candy corns and Peeps are disgusting, except around Halloween. Jelly beans are disgusting, except at Easter. Fruitcake is…bad example, fruitcake is delicious and should be served all year, not just around Christmas.
So, I’m sorry if I denigrated a great American camping tradition. If you have the opportunity, slap those ingredients together and make yourself a Smore…enjoy the memory, enjoy the tradition.
I think my real dislike of the Smore goes to hearing that friggin purple dinosaur singing about them when my kids were glued to TV Barney.
To most, Smores equate to camping and fun. To me they represent a singing dancing annoying dinosaur planting an earworm in my head.
I hated Barney, I hate Smores…without ever eating one.