S'more Cookie
This isn’t your scout troop’s s’more. This is the meltdown-after-midnight, chocolate-smeared, marshmallow-mad fever dream of the campfire treat you thought you knew. It starts with a thick, chewy brown sugar graham cookie base that’s barely holding it together under the weight of chaos: gooey toasted marshmallow veins running through the dough, hunks of buttery graham cracker, and a double-chocolate overload of melty milk and semi-sweet chunks in every bite. Each cookie is topped with a torched marshmallow that oozes like it has secrets and regrets. Sticky, rich, sweet, and dramatic—this cookie doesn’t ask if you want some more. It is some more.
This isn’t your scout troop’s s’more. This is the meltdown-after-midnight, chocolate-smeared, marshmallow-mad fever dream of the campfire treat you thought you knew. It starts with a thick, chewy brown sugar graham cookie base that’s barely holding it together under the weight of chaos: gooey toasted marshmallow veins running through the dough, hunks of buttery graham cracker, and a double-chocolate overload of melty milk and semi-sweet chunks in every bite. Each cookie is topped with a torched marshmallow that oozes like it has secrets and regrets. Sticky, rich, sweet, and dramatic—this cookie doesn’t ask if you want some more. It is some more.
This isn’t your scout troop’s s’more. This is the meltdown-after-midnight, chocolate-smeared, marshmallow-mad fever dream of the campfire treat you thought you knew. It starts with a thick, chewy brown sugar graham cookie base that’s barely holding it together under the weight of chaos: gooey toasted marshmallow veins running through the dough, hunks of buttery graham cracker, and a double-chocolate overload of melty milk and semi-sweet chunks in every bite. Each cookie is topped with a torched marshmallow that oozes like it has secrets and regrets. Sticky, rich, sweet, and dramatic—this cookie doesn’t ask if you want some more. It is some more.