Their assembly is so simple, yet their effect on my tastebuds is so complex. The warmth of the melting chocolate mixed with the fluffiness of the roasted marshmallow makes the perfect center for the crunchiness of the golden graham cracker.
When I bite in, it's like sending my teeth on a roller coaster; first, the cart is rapidly shot through the thin tunnel of graham cracker, only to reach its slow ascent upward through the heart of the marshmallow, all the while, the anxious anticipation of the high speed drop through the chocolatey slope is building inside my heart.
Suddenly, I feel it. That stomach dropping fall down the tracks of crunchy almonds sends me through the loops of crackery flakes, causing fireworks inside my heart and mouth. I loop the loops and a smile spreads across my face, my eyes agape with joy and exhilaration.
And just like that, it's over. The forever-long wait in line has finally paid off in the over-too-soon ride known as The S'mores-Dipper. Obviously, I find myself returning to the line for a second and third ride, because no one can experience the warm, crunchy decadence that is the s'more just once.
Stunning piece! I was amazed at the metaphor, and the very detailed ride of eating s'mores. C:
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