I have a real soft spot in my heart for s’mores. Yes, they’re delicious and evoke happy childhood memories, but they’re also what I used to win my way into Dan’s heart. Early into our awkward and nerdy courtship (we pretty much fell in love after discovering a mutual obsession with Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series), I figured out that Dan had a wicked sweet tooth — the man couldn’t finish a small burger but could inhale a jumbo box of Junior Mints in about ten seconds. So, every night for weeks, I would just happen to make too many late night s’mores and have to find someone to take the extras off my hands. This had the happy effect of 1) giving me an...
