Just this morning it occured to me why s’mores are such a nostalgic dessert in our house. Duh, I’m such dork for not realizing it sooner. I mean, I guess I did realize it, but, didn’t REALLY realize it. Does that even make sense??
Have I ever told you guys how Jon and I met? I don’t think so… It involves s’mores.
It was 13 years ago at a Jr. High summer camp. Um no, we were not in Jr. High, we were leaders at the camp. Just to clarify. During that week at camp we spent 1 night camping under the stars. Like, in a dirt field, surrounded by pine trees. I don’t even think they had porter potties. We just had to pop a squat near a bush and pray a squirrel didn’t see that as an opportunity to nip at our ass. Ok, seriously, I have an illegitimate fear of animals wanting to play cruel jokes on me, like biting my ass if I have to pee in the woods. I also hate birds and swear they would love nothing more than to dive bomb my face, just for their afternoon activity. Right, I’m not one of those animal people. I’ll also never be a cat lady. ANYWAY. So, this one night camping in the woods… there was a bonfire, naturally, it is camping. As leaders we distributed the s’more components to the kids and we had a lot of kids with us, I dunno, like more than 50. Jon and I were in charge of graham, chocolate and mallow distribution (obviously I was in charge of food stuff, even back then when a microwave dinner was as technical as I got, I’ve always been drawn to food). We had met before then, but really only know this because our friends tell us of random get togethers or parties we were both at YEARS prior… but we both have no memory of each other before this night. Awesome, neither of us was struck by the others dashing good looks or killer personality at first sight. So back to s’more distribution… as we handed out the ingredients we both found it amusing to lick the graham cracker before we gave it to the kids. They watched us do it. It’s not like we had some sick sense of humor and did it behind their backs, theeeeen handed it to them and giggled like school girls. No no, we’re classy. We licked their food right in front of their face. Full disclosure style. It was then their choice if they still wanted a s’more bad enough. Every.Single.Kid still took those campfire classics. Kids are gross. Case in point. Um ya, but so are adults. Case in point.
Conclusion: Jon and I met while licking graham crackers at a Jr. High summer camp. But, it was under a lovely star lit sky, so it was totally romantic. Sparks did fly, to no avail though because we were both dating other people. That summer camp is when our relationship began though. We became friends. And for a year our friendship grew. Finally, almost an entire year later we started dating, then we broke up, then got back together. You know, it’s that fun relationship dance you do when you’re young, trying to figure out life. But, once we got back together, it’s been on like donkey kong. We pretty much knew at that point it was a done deal, that we chose each other, forever. And then 3 years later we got married. Why 3 years? Because Jon moves slower than molasses when it comes to making decisions. But, in his defense, once he makes a decision, it’ a very calculated one and he’s committed, 100% to that decision. I appreciate him for this.
All that to say, s’mores have a very special place in my heart. Which is why there are so many random s’more inspired recipes on my blog. Well, and Jon also really REALLY loves s’mores, all things s’more!
Now onto this pie. And, it’s a goooood pie. I tend to shy away from pie making out of fear. I’m not a perfectionist limited by my capacity to conquer something the first time. However, I really, like really HATE, to waste food. So if I make something that fails, ya, it just royally pisses me off. After some soul searching, I figured out the primary fear I have with making pie. It’s not the time spent making the crust, or even how the crust will turn out. It’s not even about the look of the pie.
When you slice into the pie, pull out that slice and the filling just pools straight to the newly empty space. The.Worst.
I don’t care what kind of pie it is, it needs to hold some shape when you pull a slice out. At least somewhat. And this pie does. The filling is like a custard: rich and creamy. It’s not overly sweet (assuming you don’t use milk chocolate), but the marshmallow topping makes up for any sweetness the pie doesn’t have. It’s a marshmallow for cryin’ out loud, it’s supposed to be super sweet. A flaky crust combined with a rich custard, topped off with a sweet toasted pile of fluff, it really does remind you of a s’more. Replace the pie crust with a graham cracker crust and this pie is like a s’more, for reals! I used a store-bought pie crust because I had 1 leftover from when I made a chocolate chip cookie pie a couple months ago. I just haaaad to use it, because, as I said, I looooathe wasting food.
Chocolate Cream Pie adapted from Brown Eyed Baker
Marshmallow Topping adapted from One Perfect Bite