Mallow

Hey, Smalls, you wanna s’more?”

Some more of what?”

No, do you wanna s’more?”

I haven’t had anything yet, so how can I have some more of nothing?”

You’re killing me Smalls! These are s’more’s stuff! Ok, pay attention. First you take the graham, you stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the ‘mallow. When the ‘mallows flaming… you stick it on the chocolate. Then cover with the other end. Then you scarf. Kind of messy, but good! Try some!” (Sandlot)

This past weekend found me in the mountains with several dozen students on a retreat.  Much team building and a lot of “firsts”. First time, for the majority, setting up a tent, being at the school’s outdoor site, going on a zipline, balancing on a slack line, and making s’mores.  The anecdote leading up to that last item…

I couldn’t bring myself to buy colored marshmallows. The idea of making a s’more with a pink mallow produced an interesting mental block and I’m sure it looked quite funny to other patrons- the ajnabi over-pondering bags of jet-puffed sugar in the candy aisle of Idriss. To not purchase the inferior mallows would mean a walk to Solidere which didn’t promise any certain result either.  Twenty minutes later though that was just what I was doing.  Efforts paid off and I snagged the last two “Special Barbeque” brand, white marshmallows as well as Hershey’s chocolate bars. Digestive cookies are about as close as I’ve found to graham crackers in Lebanon.  All this to share a favorite campfire past time of mine - s’mores - with a group of my students.  Yes, I laughed at myself thoroughly.  Fast forward 24 hours though and the effort was paying off as twenty-some students sorted how to make a s’more, eyes aglow with extra sugar, and many even venturing to try to the addition of peanut butter (thanks Jamie!).  ”Have you ever had a s’more before?” “No” - the common interchange.  Easter egg-hued mallows just wouldn’t have made the cut…