Call me crazy, but in my mind s’mores are a fall treat, not summer. I know, I know…summer camp and overnight camping trips –> camp fires –> s’mores and ghost stories. Camp fires remind me of autumn and cold weather, though. Maybe it’s because I went to math camp instead of summer camp. Or, maybe it’s because when I see a roaring fire burning real wood, I think of cool New England nights in Massachusetts with Dan’s family. Either way, the only time I crave s’mores is when there’s a chill in the air. And folks, it’s starting to get nippy hereabouts… If you’re an avid FoodGawker, you’ll know that this S’mores Pie is actually an imitation of the S’mores Bars posted by Endless...









