At Least Now My Floor Is Clean

• Posted on June 29, 2015
• by Jamie Stahl
• in Homemade
• 1 Comment.

I made a bit of a mess all over the floor last week.  Well, partly the floor and partly the entrance rug (and while I was at it, partly my lap).  I’m not usually a clumsy person and I like to keep everything clean and organized so you can imagine a mess on the floor doesn’t make me too happy.  Here’s what happened…

I decided I wanted to make s’mores for dessert.  Instead of your basic run of the mill single sandwich, I thought of making it into a multi-layer s’mores.  I took out the basic ingredients, chocolate, graham crackers, marshmallows, and remembered I had some pink raspberry flavored marshmallows in my pantry cabinet.  Thinking these would not only taste awesome, but also make a cool looking picture, I started to assemble my s’mores stack alternating marshmallow color.

At first, I was going to put the stack in the microwave in order to melt the marshmallows quickly.  Then, I realized my parents had bought me a Brulee Torch that I hadn’t used yet!  Excited as hell, I take the torch out of the box and fill it with butane.  This was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.  All I kept thinking was that I was going to light myself on fire and burn my apartment building down.  And I hadn’t even lit the damn thing yet.

I’m finally ready to fire away, so I get into position making sure there are no paper products within 10 feet of me (just in case).  Without breathing and with one eye opened, I push down on the safety lock and then push in the big red button the light the flame.  Well, as you probably figured out, everything was fine, considering I lived long enough to write this.  I might have pushed down on a graham cracker slightly too soon in order to squish the marshmallow, but no paramedics were involved.

My giant s’mores stack is complete once I’ve made it 4 marshmallow sandwiches high.  I didn’t really factor in the amount of heat I’d be putting on the graham crackers, considering I had to melt 4 different marshmallows that were attached to one sandwich.  It became a little crumbly, but it looked really good.  So good, in fact, I decided that before I ate it, I should take some pictures.

I went over to my front door and sat down on the entrance rug in order to take pictures with the plain white door as the background.  Everything was going pretty well, even though it appeared the s’mores sandwich was completely falling apart.  Satisfied with the pictures taken, I decided I’d better eat my snack before it gets too cold and hardens.  I put the sandwich back onto the plate, clean off my fingers with a paper towel, and stand up to go eat at the kitchen table.

I literally blink my eyes and the next thing I know, the ENTIRE s’mores sandwich is off the plate, all over the floor.  There are chunks and crumbs of graham cracker spread across the wooden floors, my entrance rug, and my lap.  There’s also some pieces of sticky marshmallow stuck to the floor and the rug.  This disaster is not salvageable at all and really disappointing because I wanted to eat it!  Instead of relaxing with a s’mores creation, I had to wash and vacuum a 3′ x 3′ space in my apartment.

I ended up eating an oatmeal raisin cookie for dessert, which was delicious, but not exactly the same thing.  After the whole fiasco was over, I was able to look at myself and laugh.  Everything has a silver lining and in this instance, at least now my floor is clean.

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