The s’more has a long and glorious history.
It was first mentioned in Girl Scout literature back in 1925. That’s almost 100 years ago, folks!
A s’more, the simplest of confections, is made of a fire-roasted marshmallow and a layer of chocolate sandwiched between two graham crackers. There you have it. Our family has been making and eating s’mores for as long as I’ve been alive.
Remember when you were a kid? There is nothing quite as exciting as searching a campsite for the perfect stick, cleaning said stick, sticking a marshmallow on the end of said stick, sticking the stick holding the marshmallow into a campfire, roasting the marshmallow until it is nice and toasty and then smooshing the hot marshmallow between two graham crackers upon which awaits a thin section of milk chocolate.
If you did it just right the chocolate melted and wow, you had the perfect gooey dessert. I want s’more, please! (The truth is, s’mores are so sweet I’ve never actually met anyone who could eat more than two.)
It’s a multi-generational thing. After a summer barbecue, my parents love to make s’mores as the grand finale. My kids love s’mores, but only on camping trips.
Outside of the right setting, s’mores hold less appeal.
You see, that’s the thing. It’s not as if we’re all eating s’mores every single day or for every single meal. S’mores are usually reserved for camping trips, campfires, summer camp and cookouts/barbecues.
I spent two summers as a counselor at a summer camp for diabetic kids and even those kids got to eat s’mores. We just made sure we had the insulin to cover the sugar rush. Nobody ever passed out. Nobody complained. On the contrary, the kids were in s’more heaven.
I’m asking a serious question here. Why mess with a good thing?
To honor National Roasted Marshmallow Day, the Forest Service suggested we replace the chocolate with fruit or peanut butter. See here:
Huh?
(Look, if it’s the sugar they’re worried about, get rid of the marshmallows, which are made pretty much entirely of sugar.)
Uh… no. To eliminate the chocolate from a s’more makes the confection not a s’more. And besides… ewwwwww. (Generally speaking I hate marshmallows. A s’more is the only time I’ll eat one.)
There is a prevailing myth about sugar. Any Amount of Sugar = Bad Things.
And yes, indeed, too much sweet stuff does equal bad things. But I’m not advocating too much sweet stuff.
Table sugar contains linked fructose and glucose. Honey contains un-linked fructose and glucose. Corn syrup contains maltose, but high fructose corn syrup is high in, surprise, fructose. Fruit is a bag of watery fructose with fiber and micro nutrients.
Look, I’m not a huge fan of sweets, aside from chocolate. I don’t think loads of sugar and processed carbs are good for us. Period. However, although I know many many many people will disagree, I don’t see all that much difference in the way our bodies metabolize all of the sugars mentioned above. I, personally, avoid products containing high fructose corn syrup because I believe concentrated fructose can be problematic. I don’t think sugar (including fruit) is dangerous, provided you are not diabetic, and it is eaten in moderation as part of a balanced diet.
I definitely don’t see a need to change s’mores. A s’more is perfect as is. (And this is coming from a woman who detests marshmallows under all other circumstances.)


Sorry. Can eat any number of S’mores in a row. Because you have to toast the marshmallow to perfection, it takes a while for each, and the digestive system is ready for the next one soon enough.
Can also eat marshmallows, in quantity, right out of the bag.
Now realize I don’t do this very often any more - I have acquired SOME prudence with advancing age - but it’s because I have to work the sugar out and it takes days, not because I don’t want more.
Well then, you are the exception, Alicia. I’ve never seen anyone eat more than one! You are so right! The marshmallow must be perfect or the s’more is ruined.
Love S’mores. Adore S’mores!!! Can’t get enough S’mores. Oh! BTW Did I tell you I really really really like S’mores!
From my Brownies day in elementary school through high school, through my days as a Camp Counselor, and through a first date where the guy made me S’mores in his backyard on a first date (Thought he was the one….but alas, that turned out to be the highlight of our two years of dating.) I have adored S’mores.
Is there anything closer to heaven than a perfect S’mores? I don’t think so. Thanks for your pean to S’mores Julia.
Now I must go and get the grill hot in order to have a S’more or two for breakfast. hehehe
S’mores - the REAL Breakfast of Champions!
I like your enthusiasm, Roberta!