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I eat them sometimes. I love to make them for my little cousins.
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I've never had a s'more. We don't really do them in the UK.
I have a friend from America who had to explain what a s'more was to somebody I know recently because he had never even heard of them!
When we had a BBQ in the summer, we did try making s'mores and they were really nice! We don't have them that often though but they were a lovely treat
I do like s'mores. It's another thing I grew up with. The only thing I don't like is that they get a bit messy, no matter how hard you try to keep them contained. If I don't make them by a fire, I'll do them in the microwave or with another kitchen appliance I have.
A few months ago, someone told me to put peanut butter on a smore or use a slim Reese's cup. I haven't tried it yet, but I do have a little s'more kit I got for Christmas I might try it with.
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