S'more, Please!

Not counting the part where I was in my pajamas until 11 am, today was a really busy day. 

I finally started redoing that dresser I bought over a month ago from Craigslist. It took all afternoon and it's still not done. Turns out refinishing furniture is way harder than re-pinning fancy pictures to Pinterest. You actually have to, like, break a sweat. Ugh, drama.

But another post on that later.

Then I went out, sold a few kidneys, and bought a fancy new camera. I'm talking a legitimate DSLR with more megapixels than I have fingers. I'm so excited to join the ranks of all the other amateur photographers out there who take super sharp pictures with a really expensive camera only to ruin them with Photoshop filters so they look like they were taken with a disposable camera that somebody stepped on. #sorryI'mnotsorry

AND THEN I tried one of those recipes I blogged about the other day.  The Smore Bars. It's a perfect September dessert: it screams camping trips and flannel shirts and sticky fingers, without all the hassle of having to start a campfire. Plus it's crazy simple: you make a graham cracker cookie base, slap down two of the biggest chocolate bars you've ever seen, slather it in marshmallowy goodness, and then squish it all together with one more layer of graham cracker cookie delight. Bake for 30 minutes and then sit back smugly as your household praises you endlessly between bites. 

It smelled so good coming out of the oven, that even the vegans wanted some. And there's BUTTER in it! AND WHITE SUGAR, LIKE STRAIGHT UP PROCESSED.

I mean, I love my mom, but her "black bean brownies" don't cut it as dessert. It sounds like something they make you eat at a yoga retreat to cleanse your aura, not a tasty treat after dinner. 

At least she lets me occasionally tempt her back to the way of the unhealthy. Thanks, Mom. Maybe I'll go running with you tomorrow.*

*Let's not kid ourselves, I probably won't. But don't let that hold you back.