Who says you can only enjoy delicious s’mores goodness while camping? The last time I went camping I was in grade 6 and 11 years old. I remember it like it was yesterday. I invited my brothers then-girlfriend along as I wanted to see if we could become friends. She was a kind of a girl that was destined to become something awful in life – but I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was about 5 years older than me and my mom thought it would be a great idea since I never really got along with this girl as I liked the girl he was with before… (and before that, and before that). I would give anything to go camping again. As I was doing some research into various camping spots, i loved this article that I came across which was about Boondocking
This camping trip was with my class. It was out in the middle of nowhere I can’t even tell you where because to this day I have no clue. It started out great. We got our tent up, we decided to fish with the class. Pitching the tent was such a struggle, especially at 11 years old. Anyway, it started to rain as we got down to the dock. I stepped on a frog, that was living prior to being stepped on – and with the rain came what seemed like hundreds of frogs, all of which ended up being stepped on because we couldn’t walk without stepping on at least five.
It was time to head back to our tents. Our teacher? Decided it would be fun to not only BBQ hot dogs, hamburgers but also frog legs too. Gross.
Something happened with the girlfriend, we shall call her L. I can’t remember exactly what but I do remember us getting into an argument and me telling her to take a hike. This girl was vile. So she ended up leaving and taking her tent with her. I didn’t care because she walked at least 45-60 minutes from the camping site to find a phone to call someone to pick her up. At the time I was so angry I remember hoping she got picked up by some guy in a dirty old truck, with 2 two teeth and I’d never see her again.
Sadly, That didn’t happen. She made it home, but from that day forward I never spoke to her again and I never went camping again. Her and my brother stayed together a while but ended like all of his relationships did, so I was beyond happy to see her go. I saw her around town years later quite a few times and every single time I pictured her being taken in a dirty told truck by 2 tooth Timmy, but it never happened. I don’t think she recognized me at all after that either. I still dislike her to this day. From what I’m told she became a heavy drug user, had a baby and I haven’t heard much about her since.
What I do remember, and love about that trip? S’mores dip! The teacher made it on the fire and it was probably the best S’ mores recipe I’ve ever eaten in my life. I haven’t been camping though since that dreadful trip, so how am I to recreate it? Well, in a skillet in the oven of course!
- 6.5″ Cast Iron Skillet (or small baking dish if you don’t have this)
- 7 Fun Size Hershey Bars
- About a 1/2 cup Mini Marshmallows (or about 8 regular sized marshmallows)
- Graham Crackers or Graham Cracker Sticks for Dipping
- 1/2 tablespoon Butter
- Preheat Oven to 400 Degrees
- Use butter to grease bottom of skillet
- Break Hershey bars into small pieces and place all around the bottom of the pan, if there are some spaces in between the chocolate, it is okay because it will all melt together. Just make sure a majority of the surface is covered.
- Cover with marshmallows until you cannot see chocolate underneath anymore
- Bake for 5-7 minutes until the top of the marshmallows are toasted.
- Remove carefully as pan will be VERY hot!
- Use graham crackers to dip in while it’s warm and delicious!
How do you like to eat S’mores? Have you ever tried making S’mores dip before?