Luis brought me some Hershey's chocolate bars last night. While I appreciated the effort, what is the point of a plain Hershy's bar if I cannot slather it in peanut butter? Since peanut butter is no longer an option in our house, what was I to do?

It was a brilliant moment, MacGyver in the kitchen. One gas stove. One bamboo kabob stick. A couple of mini-marshmallows. Two graham crackers. One chocolate bar. One husband shaking his head at the lunacy of it all.

Two s'mores later, my sweet tooth was satisfied and I was a happy woman.