Jun 102017
 

The idea is genius: All the yummy goodness of a s’more wrapped in an ice cream cone. The reality was like taking a bite into a piece of charred cardboard that smelled like I burned the brownies. (And I know what burned brownies smell like.)

Gross. 

I love marshmallows roasted over the fire. It’s a little taste of warmth and sugary love. But not this. This was bad.

Hand me a stick. I need to do this the old fashioned way — sticky fingers and all.

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