You know it’s summer when everyone on the internet starts talking about S’mores. All of the s’mores treats come out of the woodwork and I couldn’t be happier. It’s the one thing to look forward to during this time of year. It almost makes the hot days, with the sun beating down on you, bearable. Almost. Hey guess what…it’s officially the start of summer this weekend and I think we all should be celebrating this grand occasion with s’mores cookie sandwiches. It’s what the founding fathers of America would’ve wanted for us. In fact, they founded this country specifically so that later generations, ie you and I, would enjoy cookie sandwiches during the unbearably hot summer days. (Nope). Legend has it that Benjamin Franklin loved s’mores. They were his guilty pleasure! (Not really). So why don’t you and I be like my good pal Ben Franklin and eat s’mores all weekend long. We’d make him super proud, and I’m all for eating cookies and marshmallows and chocolate all warm and gooey, pressed together into a sweet sweet treat. I’m also all about making Mr. Franklin proud.
Aside from the beginning of summer, this weekend also happens to be Father’s Day. I know for a fact that fathers (and some mothers too who happen to do the job of both parents all by themselves, thank you very much) would go crazy for these cookie sandwiches. It’s like I always say, if they’re good enough for Ben Franklin, then they are certainly good enough for your dad. (I don’t really). So if you’re still in a panic, about to pull out your hair because you don’t know what to get your papa, I can help you out. Well first off, stop panicking. That’ll get you nowhere fast. Believe me I know. Get yourself in the kitchen and start making your old man these cookie sandwiches because they’re probably a hundred times better than any gadget you’ll find at the mall that your dad probably won’t ever use. Give him something he can actually enjoy.
Along with the start of summer and Father’s day, this weekend is also Summer Solstice (which makes sense because it’s what signifies the start of the season). It also happens to be the longest day of the year. You know what that means don’t you?!?! We have even more time to stuff our faces with all of the s’mores. All of them. Every single one. If that isn’t a miracle to end all miracles, then I don’t know what is. So this weekend I’ll tell you what you do. You grab your dad (and mom), sit out back, enjoy the summer, and celebrate the longest day of the year by eating s’mores all day and all night long. It’s what Ben Franklin would’ve wanted. (Probably not).