Don't get me wrong, I love s'mores -- both the "original" kind, where you roasted a marshmallow over an open fire and then slid it between two graham crackers and a square of chocolate before inserting into your mouth, and the Ben & Jerry's ice cream flavor. But I hate when something you love, something so innocent and pure, suddenly becomes commercialized. (Yes, I'm talking to you, Kraft Foods, maker of Jet-Puffed Marshmallows and Honey Maid Grahams, and you, Hershey's.)
So, even though today is National S'mores Day, I will not be dipping my spoon into that container of Ben & Jerry's S'mores ice cream that is still sitting in my freezer. Nor will I be running to the supermarket to purchase a box of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and chocolate. At least not today. Tomorrow, perhaps, but not today.
(Btw, for those of you interested in the history or origins of the s'more, according to several sources the first known recorded instance of the s'more was in the Girl Scout Handbook of 1927.)
UPDATED: I cannot believe I missed National Matzo Ball day last Thursday! (Okay, technically, it wasn't National Matzo Ball day, but it may as well have been. It's not every day you see a 267-pound kosher matzo ball. And it was for a good cause.) Though I did enjoy a lovely bowl of matzo ball soup on Saturday.
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