Episode 13 - S'more at Lincoln City

Being in charge of the s'mores dessert night every year at the beach, I find it difficult to underachieve. I don't want people having s'mores, I want them to dive into a s'mores swimming pool of overindulgence and sugar coma induction.

I am not going to waste my calories on ordinary.

Whatever had chocolate on it, I bought it. Some with marshmallow or "graham cracker" already attached.

Then, I hoarded all the Easter clearance and put the marshmallow bin selection on steroids.

Back in 2007, when I hosted a bonfire for my 10-year high school reunion, I did a s'mores bar with the same pumped up volume.

From York Peppermint Patties, to Twix, and coconut marshmallows to caramel Cow Tails, it was a s'moregasbord of sin. As you can see by the above close-ups, I am partial to the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup substitution.

Just a warning, the giant marshmallow bunnies are O.V.E.R.L.O.A.D! They don't roast, they petrify; like chewing on a rubber tire.

So we gave up after our sugar extravagance and just burned those puppies to a crisp. It was almost disturbing.

So, go ahead and try it at your next bonfire bash...set out an assortment and have fun mixin' and matchin'. You might just find a new favorite way to put a little junk in your trunk.