This is a story about life, love, and s'mores.
The setting: Food52's test kitchen.
Brette -- our managing editor, she who loves sprinkles and cookies and cake -- finds a box of graham crackers in the depths of our pantry. So she sets out to do the only logical thing one does after stumbling upong grahams: she makes s'mores.
Act I: Conflict.
Brette prepares all of her ingredients (look at that mise en place!), but realizes that building an in-office campfire might distract some of her coworkers, and likely concern the fire department.
Act II: A solution is found.
Ever the problem-solver, Brette is undeterred by a lack of open flame and finds a way to make s'mores without an actual campsite or wooden stick. (These critical thinking skills negate any sort of argument that a liberal arts education is impractical.) She waits patiently as the marshmallows puff, their tops turning golden. The anticipation is palpable.
Act III: Resolution.
A pan full of s'mores appears. An office full of adult professionals briefly turns into a room full of children, because really, who doesn't revel in that I'm-nine-again feeling when biting into a s'more? Soon, all that remains is the happy evidence of a successful snacktime.
The clock strikes twelve, Cinderella turns back into a pumpkin, and we all get back to work, riding our sugar highs.
Want to know how she did it? Stay tuned for an upcoming article on how to make s'mores in your kitchen -- no campfire needed.
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