First, I think I've finally come to terms with s'mores. My main problem with them is the marshmallow. I can't summon the words that adequately express how I feel about these squishy little monstrosities, but you'll get the idea of it if you slowly and repeatedly pronounce the word. Marshmallow. Marsh-mall-ow. Marshmaaaaaaaaallllow.
I feel about marshmallows like I feel about mayonnaise. Sometimes, in the smallest possible doses, they help make certain foods yummier. For example, marshmallows are required for Rice Krispie treats, which are delicious. Mayonnaise is required IN SMALL DOSES on some sandwiches, especially those with tuna fish. In general, however, I do my best to minimize my intake of these white and gooey substances.
Maybe this is why I'm not crazy about sucking penises. If I were a chick, I'd opt for spit.
But I digress.
So, not only do I have great disdain for the foam-pillow texture of the marshmallow, but its cloying sweetness leaves me slightly nauseated. Consequently, I'm not a big fan of s'mores, which is minorly problematic because they are the dessert of choice around the campfire.
I believe, however, that I've finally discovered the solution to this problem: bittersweet chocolate. Bittersweet chocolate, unlike its milky cousin, cuts through the sickening sweetness of the marshmallow, creating a superior s'more experience. Of course this may just be one example of how bittersweet chocolate makes everything better.
Finally, I failed to mention that we took a lovely hike on Saturday. The ocean was about half a mile from our campsite, so we hiked down, climbed around on some rocks, found dozens of crabs, some starfish, a couple sea anemones, and were about 20 yards from a group of sea lions. I can't even say anything grumpy or smarmy about that. It was downright nifty.