Having kids is great. Well, most of the time, they’re a pain in the butt. They whine about nothing, feed me this, give me that, change my diaper – the list goes on and on. But, honestly, it’s worth the effort. My first tiny baby is now growing into a little boy and I enjoy hanging out with him (finally!). But as crazy and scary as kids can be sometimes – nothing is worse than a hungry pregnant lady with interesting food choices. One must be ready at all times to whip up the strangest concoctions in less than 5 minutes or else they should be prepare to feel the “hanger.” AKA, hungry angry. This is my world. If I could cue up the sound for, “Welcome To Jurassic Park,” I would. In the mean time, I’ll just get some S’mores ready because that’s Tall Mom’s latest desire for a weeknight dessert – because any day can be a S’mores Day, right?! Right. In keeping with the Jurassic Park theme – I’ll just quote the famous words of Samuel L. Jackson, “hold on to yer butts.”
Yes, you read that right – she wants S’mores like it’s nobody’s business. And not just once – no, no, no, it’s an every night kind of deal. But, I’ll get to that in a second. Let me give you some background.
Tall Mom is super pregnant. Like, ready-to-pop-any minute-pregnant. She’s cranky, feels like a blimp, and every little thing sets her off. Which, as her husband, I’m actually ok with because she’s going through a lot, and every day is like running a marathon for her. So, I see passed all the bad stuff the comes along with being 40 weeks pregnant.
But, the one thing that I know I can always fall back upon to make her happy is food. Lots of it. And, trust me, she has no problem telling me when she wants something.
It could be the weirdest thing ever like, “Blake – get me pickles and ice cream now!” Yesterday, all she wanted was barbecue, until we got the barbecue place and then she wanted burritos. Or, how about this – the other day, I had to get graham crackers and cake frosting so I could make a sandwich out of them for her. Oh, and let’s not forget the world famous “Grits-Gate.”
One morning Tall Mom wakes up and immediately demands cheese grits. Ok, no problem, right? Well, that is until the restaurant you go to (because who the heck makes grits at home in RI?) doesn’t have them for some reason. Tears were literally shed. I’m not kidding. Listen, I may not be a grits kind of guy – but I never once expected grits to have that effect on people. Apparently I’m just not in-the-know anymore.
But, like I said, my wife’s latest pregnancy desire is S’mores. And, oh, not just any old S’mores that you grew up with as a kid. Heck, no. Like all of her pregnant wants – it’s got to be done to the nines and must be made a specific way.
She wants Grilled Banana S’mores. With peanut butter too and brown sugar, no less. (Oh to be the taste buds of a pregnant woman).
In fact, I thought her latest concotion was so creative and funny that I thought I’d share it with you here. Believe me when I say that you should take note because maybe your wife will want something like this one day and this post will literally save you hours of argument and possible tears. You don’t want a “Grits-Gate” like I had.
Here’s the method:
-Heat your grill (preferably coal for the extra taste) to about 350 degrees
-Get out your graham cracker squares
-Spread peanut butter on the graham crackers
-Lay down a piece of your chocolate bar onto one graham cracker.
-Break out your bananas, and cut a slit down the middle of the banana length wise.
-Pack the banana slit full of as much brown sugar as possible.
-Put the banana on the grill packed with brown sugar until the sugar melts a little – call it five minutes
-Remove banana from grill, take the peels off, and slice the banana into 1/2 inch thick slices.
-While the banana slices cool, get your marshmallows on skewers and toast those bad boys up til their all kinds of marshmallowy gooey.
-Assemble the sandwich by laying the cooked bananas on the chocolate and topping with the gooey marshmallow. Cover with the other graham cracker square and enjoy.
There you have it my friend – Tall Mom’s newest weird pregnant concoction. The good thing about this recipe is that it can literally be made ANY TIME of the day, and you don’t even need a camp fire. Just break out your grill! Keep this in the rolodex as your wife may want it too. God speed my friend.