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Dreams, Chapter 11

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 11

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2616

Summary: Another dream makes things more clear for the reader and less clear for Sam.

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, s l o w  b u r n

           The booths are those plastic-coated pressboard swoops that are so easy to clean, one row down either side of the long room once you walk past the counter to order. Like other pizza places, there are red pepper flakes and grated parmesan on the table, but they also keep ranch dressing in a minifridge behind the counter as a concession to Midwestern sensibilities. You know you’re just outside Dayton just like you know the pizza shop is run by a family, father and two older teenage daughters deftly throwing dough and scattering cheese evenly over it in a way that shows their years of practice. Dean sits across the table with his elbows on it, one forefinger and thumb picking through a plate of nachos between you. His black t-shirt, amulet, and lack of flannel make you notice the hum of the air conditioner in the background, straining over the 90’s alternative radio and reminding you that you’d been here in a heat stroke the summer after you and Dean had gotten together, his golden freckles and lightened tips of his slightly messy hair underlining the memory.

           “They don’t serve nachos here.” It’s half statement and half question.

           “Babe, it’s your dream. They’ll serve whatever you want. Does the pizza suck in Wisconsin or something?”

           The two sisters are whispering to each other as they look over at your table, an almost-argument that ends with who you suspect is the older sister poofing a pinch of flour into the other’s face. They’re both cute girls but she’s adorable, soft cherubic cheeks and messy bun piling impossibly glossy hair on her head as she walks over to the table with a gigantic pizza. “Can I get you anything else?” she asks in a perfect welcoming cheerleader pitch.

           “I think we’re good for now, sweetheart,” Dean purrs with a wink. That you remember; you’d playfully chastised Dean for dazzling the teens, laughing in his face when he’d said it wasn’t on purpose, that he couldn’t help it if chicks dug him. The wink had proved your point then and now it makes the girl’s cheeks flush red.

           She catches herself remarkably well, the stammer almost slipping under the radar as she assures you that you can “holler if you need anything!”

           Dean brushes his fingers free of nacho debris and loosens a piece of pizza from the melting cheese of the ones next to it. “Last time you had all kinds of sweet nothings and questions for me and now you’re Silent Cal?”

           “I don’t think this is real, but I’m pretty sure if I push it you’ll either die in this dream or I’ll wake up, so my plan is to stay here as long as we can.”

           He drops the pizza back into the box and wipes off his fingers on a napkin before slouching into the booth, arm stretched across its length. “So test me then. Gimme a question only I would know or something.”

           “Well if I ask you something that I know the answer to, my brain will just project you knowing it. See the problem?”

           Dean squints and pouts in consideration, touch of a smile dancing across his face and if it isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen may you be struck dead right now. “Then ask me something you don’t know the answer to.”

           You think about explaining how that too could just be some part of your subconscious recreation of Dean but you don’t want to keep pulling at loose strings in the event that it wakes you up. It’s too hard to keep from smiling, seeing Dean charming and relaxed like this, and when you grin it makes Dean bite his lip. “What’s something I don’t know the answer to?”

           “Ah, ah—I thought I’m just a hologram, how would I know?”

           “Projection, but okay,” you stall. “Wait, here’s one. Sam said when I first started going on jobs with you guys that you had to have a conversation about staying focused. What was that all about?”

           He runs his tongue along the inside of his lower lip. “Man, why would he tell you that?” he says under his breath, smirking mostly to himself before leaning forward to meet your eyes. “Fine. I’m not even sure that you’re going to remember this. There was a vengeful spirit in Indiana, some like homesteader guy, ring a bell?”

           You have only the vaguest sense of recollection and sort of waggle your head to show it.

           “It was way at the beginning of when you started coming on jobs with us. You and Bobby got into it because he wanted you to bring your own car so you could ditch us if we were ‘acting like cretins’ or some shit like that?”

           That fits the last puzzle piece in for you and makes you chuckle. “He ended up giving me like $250 of mad money in case I needed a new room or a bus ticket, yeah. I remember.”

           “I didn’t know that part but that’s gotta be the same trip. The whole thing was really stupid. Basically we were supposed to have your six but both me and Sammy wanted to carry a shotgun instead of doing that protection spell because it looked cooler. We were arguing about it when the spirit whipped a chunk of the barn’s scaffolding at you and we didn’t catch it in time. You heard it coming and ducked so nothing ended up happening, but it fucking demolished the wall behind you. It was a huge fuckup—thing could’ve taken your head clean off, you know? Sam was so broken up about it he was wasted for like a week solid after we dropped you back off at Bobby’s.”

           “Really? That doesn’t sound like him at all.”

           “I know, usually he does some kind of pouty baby bullshit. But I mean both of us felt really guilty that bitching at each other could’ve taken you out.”

           Dean’s eyes rake over your face, seeming to linger over every inch like he’s going to draw a topographical map of it later by memory. You can tell he’s waiting for you to say something but you can’t think of anything other than tracing each of his freckles where they dust across his nose.

           A hand reaches over the table to run his fingertips along the back of yours, and that certainly feels real enough to send an ache into your gut. “What if you ask Sam? If he says that’s not what happened then you can keep saying I’m not real and you don’t have to listen to me.”

           “But he already basically told me that. The only thing I probably wouldn’t have guessed about that is Sam getting drunk about it—these could’ve been just well-informed guesses about when it probably was or the kinds of things it seemed like he was implying.”

           His lips press into a firm line and the barest touch of pink rises in his cheeks. “We, um, we pinky swore on it.”

           The adorableness of his embarrassment makes you grin teasingly as much as the divulgence does. “A pinky promise? You guys must’ve been pretty serious to take such a sacred oath.”

           He rolls his eyes at your ribbing and throws his hands back in his lap with a defeated smirk. “Laugh it up. Would that be good enough proof for you?”

           It seems like Dean has figured out a loophole in the system, but you’re sure the light of day and Sam’s scrutiny will figure out why it isn’t actual evidence of communication with Dean beyond death, and you tell him that.

           A curtain of suspicious confusion falls over Dean’s face. “Sam being weird about it is what’s keeping you from trusting this? Kid, I’ve been talking to Sa—”

           And you woke up.

           The bed was empty next to you but you could smell something sweet in the air and hear the light clinking of pots or pans Sam was trying his best to keep quiet. You blinked back a few tears of frustration—who even cared if it was real or not? Reliving a great memory with Dean was more than enough and instead of enjoying it you’d wasted a chance at some small respite from your constant ache of grief. And even then, you hadn’t used any of your time to figure out how the whole thing worked, how you could see him again.

           But the most pressing issue was what you thought Dean had been trying to say before disappearing; that he had gotten through to Sam. Sam, of course, deserved to have secrets, but if he had been sitting on the resolution to all the angst you’d been struggling through in the last weeks (months?), you couldn’t imagine a reason why that wouldn’t hurt. Nothing would be solved by laying in your bed to sulk about it, though, so you threw on some clothes and went to brush your teeth.

           When you came out, Sam was hunched slightly, the standard stove highlighting his decidedly non-standard height as he shuffled a pan’s handle. He had a dishtowel over his t-shirt clad shoulder, a habit from the bar that sometimes held over when he was in the kitchen at home, and bare feet under old jeans. They were wearing through at the knees, and you knew they were absolutely pajama-soft from having periodically thrown them in with your own laundry. Through the kitchen window, enough snow-brightened sunlight came into the room to cast him in a halo glow that gleamed off of his hair. As long as it had gotten, chunks still swept into his face as he looked down at the stove, and he tucked one behind his ear as he looked up, half-singing a Buddy Guy song that was playing softly. It was stunning—he was stunning, statuesque and strong and right there in front of you. Cooking you breakfast while you slept in, of all things, chocolate chip pancakes he had to have remembered were your favorite from ages ago. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d had them and right now, nothing in the world sounded better. He beamed and tilted the pan toward you. “Morning! I made pancakes, you want some?”

           And you should’ve just let the moment rest, sat in the rare bright winter morning and eaten chocolate chip pancakes and relished how well the boiler was working, maybe later in the day read a predictable murder mystery or taped off the living room to be painted and listened to REM until your shoulders were sore from running rollers up the walls all afternoon. Instead, about as stupid and weird a flop as if a toad had come out of your mouth, you said, “Have you been talking to Dean too?”

           Sam’s face fell but not in the right way. There was too much angle in his brow and that confirmed it. “What?” he asked, but it didn’t land.

           “How long have you been talking to Dean?”

           He kept that curious smile for a second, like maybe he could push through by playing dumb and you would forget, but finally his lips flattened and his jaw clenched as he stacked a finished pancake on top of its predecessors. “Just because I’m having dreams about him doesn’t mean it’s really him,” he finally answered, softly and as though he was telling the bubbling pancake batter in front of him, unable to meet your eyes.

           You felt the lump forming in your throat and tried to get the words out ahead of its solidifying. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

           “For what?” He let go of the pan and turned toward you, supporting his weight on the countertop. “So we can both—”

           “Both what? Be delusional? Is that what you were going to say?”

           Sam didn’t answer, but the set of his jaw was firm and he kept his eyes locked on yours.

           “He told me you were drunk for a week after the hunt you were talking about.” You watched as Sam’s pupils widened a touch. “And that you didn’t just promise each other to buckle down, you pinky swore.” Sam’s Adam’s apple jumped in his throat. “It’s true, isn’t it? I can see in your face that it is. Did you already know it’s really him?”

           He looked down at the floor and clenched his jaw. “I was pretty sure. Or at least I really hoped I was pretty sure.”

           You felt more than consciously allowed your mouth’s falling open. “How? How long?”

           “It just—I don’t know, it just felt different. I—uh, the first time was after we made those cupcakes; he asked about the cupcakes.”

           You slumped against the countertop opposite him, speechless. He shoved the pan off the hot burner a little too hard, put a palm on either side of the stove to brace himself. The two of you stood like that for a long minute, the smell of chocolate not matching the stiff heaviness in the air at all.

           “I don’t—what if it’s not real?” His throat sounded bound even though you couldn’t see his face, hulking mass of him spread across the tiny kitchen.

           He seemed so defeated, so young, and then you couldn’t believe how selfish you’d been, not putting two and two together that something challenging Sam’s grip on or understanding of reality must shove him back to the brain melting torture he’d endured in the cage and the months—years, maybe, he was always so tight-lipped about it—afterward. What the fuck were you thinking, not seeing it before, how this could seem like a perfectly laid trap for Sam, the most poetic way to whip his mind into stiff peaks of meringue. It made so much sense why he would need time to really suss it out, see the situation from all angles and investigate, check and re-check. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes but you blinked them away. This was not about you or your complicated need for him, it was about Sam, what he’d been through, what he was likely putting himself through even now.

           “The, um, the pancakes smell really good.”

           “Yeah?” There was half a laugh behind his words, humorless as it was. “I hope they’re okay, I know they’re your, uh, your favorite.”

           “I’m surprised you remembered.”

           Sam leaned on one arm to rub his face with his other hand. “Yeah, well.”

           “Can I help?”

           After a beat, he stood up and offered some space next to him on the stove. You worked hip to hip, sprinkling the chocolate chips while Sam flipped. He was scraping the last of the batter into a last little runt pancake with a spatula when you couldn’t help yourself and wrapped your arms around his waist. He seemed surprised, if sad, before setting down the bowl and covering as much of you as he could, folding over you like a protective shell. It reminded you of that dirty motel room, months and months ago, when Sam held you together as you cracked in his arms. All he could do then was be steadfast in reminding you he was still there, if nothing else was, and you hoped you were able to give him the same now.

           You silently laid two place settings on the kitchen counter while Sam set the food out. He sat next to you and had picked up his fork when you touched his wrist to still him. “If it’s not real for you then I’m losing it too.”

           Sam thought for a second, then raised his forearm and kissed the back of your hand where you held onto him before cutting into his pancakes.

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Continue to Dreams, Chapter 12

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Question Meme: The Run-on Sentence Edition

Hi! I hurt myself again yesterday. No, not in an "self-harm" kind of way but more in the usual (for me) "mountain-climbing incident" sort of way (I hate scree; I was so close to that summit) and got lots of deep bruises and lacerations for my troubles and was in a world of hurt by the time I saw a doctor, and I cracked something that isn't supposed to be cracked and it all hurts enough that I got prescribed narcotics again for a week and I really, really hate narcotics but I really, really like to be able to breathe without feeling like my lungs are being ripped to shreds, so...narcotics it is. 

It might make the answers to this latest iteration of Ye Olde Question Meme rather entertaining, though. Maybe. Maybe just incoherent. Well, whatever, @nekosayuri tagged me, so it's her fault, and I'm bored and my sleep schedule's all outta whack and I haven't even turned on my Simming computer in like three days and am posting this from a non-Simming laptop, so I have nothing else to post and....yeah. So, I'm like high as a kite right now. I mean, it's not totally unusual because I live in Colorado and weed's legal here, but narcotics is a totally different and much less coherent high for me. So, like, fair warning.

I'm not tagging anyone, though. I've no idea who's done this lately...

Name: Katrina

Zodiac Sign: I don't know why I answer this because astrology is a huge crock of BS, but everyone always wants to know so...Taurus. Barely. (Birthday is April 23.)

Height: Still ~6'0"/~182cm. Yay, not shrinking yet!

Languages Spoken: Fluently? At this point, only English. I used to be pretty fluent in Italian and German, but, you know, the saying "use it or lose it" applies, and since I've not had occasion to use those languages much....Well, there we are. I could speak quite a bit of Russian at one time because I spent a chunk of years there, in the late 80s when it was the Soviet Union and shortly thereafter when things were sorta nuts there. But, again, I have lost much of what I once knew. And there are smatterings of other languages that I can speak mostly-useless bits of. I can ask where the restroom is in many languages because I've traveled a lot. :) I do speak fluent bullshit, though...

Nationality: 'Murican. And since 'Muricans are really, really into their "ancestry" for some bizarre-o reason because ‘Murican apparently isn’t good enough...Like, 95% dirty Welsh peasantry (plus some Irish and Scottish thrown in for flavor) on the paternal side and on the maternal side....Well, one of my great-grandfathers was a first cousin of the English Queen Victoria. So basically, my maternal ancestry is the very confused inbred multinational mutt that is European Aristocracy. God only knows what’s in their genes, though my particular bit of it has lots o’ German. 

Favorite Fruit: Okra. It is a fruit. Look it up. Then again, much of what people call "vegetables" is, in fact, fruits, so there's that.

Favorite Scent: I've never really thought about this except when this was a question on a previous iteration of this meme that I did, and I don't remember what answer I came up with then. So I'm just gonna say...Vanilla-scented candles. Not cheap ones that just smell sickly-sweet sort-of-vanilla-y, but these ones that I buy online that smell...well...NOT sickly-sweet and like how vanilla really smells. Alternatively...snickerdoodles when they're baking. Hubby is baking me some snickerdoodles as I speak. Type. Whatever. The house smells really good. Baking bread is good, too. Before the snickerdoodles, hubby was baking the twice-weekly loaf of sourdough.

Favorite Color: Green. And/or orange. I go back and forth about which is really my favorite.

Favorite Animal: Elephants. Or hyenas. Or cats of all shapes/sizes. Or alpacas. Or llamas. Or snakes. Or spiders of all kinds. Or dragonflies. Or...Um, yeah,  I'm pretty much a fan of all vertebrates and terrestrial invertebrates and some aquatic/oceanic invertebrates, too, so...take your pick.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate? Hot chocolate all the way. I don't drink coffee because A) I think it tastes and smells disgusting, but even if that wasn't the case B) I can't have caffeine. Tea is OK. Hubby's way into herbal tea, grows/collects and dries herbs and makes his own blends and shit, and I'll drink it mostly to make him happy, but I'm not into it. I do like hot chocolate, though it's hard to find premade mixes that don’t have powdered milk in them (because I’m vegan), so I generally have to make it from scratch, so to speak, and when I do I use cashew milk as the base and I usually add either peppermint or vanilla extract for zing.

Favorite Fictional Character: Can't really pick a fave. So, have a list, probably but perhaps not really in preference order. Spock from Star Trek, who's been a fave of mine since I was 3 and was watching the original Trek in its initial run, and I announced I'd marry Spock one day. Rodney McKay from Stargate: Atlantis and Vala Mal Doran from Stargate SG-1. (Basically, if you cut up those two and glue various bits of their characters together -- and not necessarily their good bits -- you have...me. So I relate really well to both of them, so I like 'em.) Also Jack O'Neill from Stargate SG-1, but he's mostly for reasons of estrogen. (Especially if you stick 'im in dress blues. HUBBA!) Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine because Cardassians Are Love. Jayne from Firefly, also for reasons of estrogen. Big, hairy, dark hair, blue eyes, solid but not too muscle-y...Yep, that's how I likes my men. And Zoe from Firefly, 'cuz OMG she's how I likes my women. HUBBA!

Dream Trip: *sigh* Still Antarctica. It's the only continent I've not been to, and I will get there before I croak, but...not yet.

When was your blog created? IIRC, it was, like, the middle of December 2013. So, I'll have had this thing 5 years soon.

Last Movie You’ve Seen: I couldn't sleep one day like a week ago, so I put on Miss Congeniality, which is one of my favorite movies because Michael Caine. When I can't sleep, I'll usually put on a really familiar movie or TV show and it lulls me to sleep, but it didn't work that time. :(

Song You’ve Had on Repeat: Englishman in New York, by Sting. I have no idea why, but it's been on repeat in my head, though I haven't actually played it lately or anything.

Favorite Candy: Not much of a sweets kind of person. I prefer salty-crunchy. I can eat a whole big bag of crisps (Like, the British ones, which are way better than American potato chips, but American ones will do) easily, but I can't even get through a whole candy bar because, ew, too sweet. That said, I do like Flake bars, but I have to go up to Canada to get 'em. Or else buy 'em online but then usually by the time I get them they're kinda smashed. Or melted. Or both. Better to go up to Canada. Where they have real chocolate and not this sickly-sweet Hershey's crap. *shudder*

Favorite Holiday: When in Canada, Canada Day is quite fun. It's like July 4th only not so...well...chest-beatingly, yahoo-y, "patriotic" 'Murican. (I really, really dislike nationalism and "patriotism" in general but especially the obnoxious 'Murican brand of it.) When in the UK, I have a fondness for Guy Fawkes Night. I guess I like fire and fireworks and things that go boom and shit, only without the "YAY AMERICA!" yelling of America's own "things that go boom" holiday. Other than that...Can't really say I'm into 'em much. They're not even "days off from work" since...Well, I've never had a "real job," and I'm pretty much retired from my unreal job these days.

Last Book You’ve Read: *cough* Does a really long and smutty and slashy Stargate: Atlantis fanfic count? I'm sad to say that, though I was a voracious reader of books when I was younger, I'm really not so much these days. Haven't been for the last decade or so, really. Not of actual books, at least. I do subscribe to and read a number of academic journals, some having to do with science and medicine and some having to do with history, but they're not books. 

Favorite TV Show: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, mostly because it has Cardassians, who are all uniformly awesome, plus all the gritty political and religious goodness and stuff. Except that its last season kinda sucked and did totally WTF things with my second-favorite Cardassian. Close runner-up would be Stargate: Atlantis. Except that its last kinda season sucked, too, and did totally WTF things with McKay, so hmmm. Stargate SG-1 is good, too, except that half its team annoys the piss outta me...although this is largely made up for by the hotness that is Jack O'Neill so there's that. I like Firefly a lot but it was so short-lived that it's hard to really be a favorite because I can watch the whole thing, including the movie, in less than a day. (And believe me. I have.) I like the other Star Treks, too, especially if I'm in the mood for the "goofy soap opera in space" that is Voyager. TNG's shiny-happy Roddenberryness kinda bores the piss outta me, though it does have a few really good episodes, and the original show...Hmmm...Well, I both love and hate it. I love Spock, as I said, and I also love McCoy and all of its secondary characters. The problem is that I hate Kirk. Like, viscerally hate him. Like, I want to punch his face in every time it's on-screen. If he'd just, y'know, been eaten by a salt vampire and Spock and everyone else was OK and went off and had cool space adventures battling giant space-going amoebas and shit, I'd be totally happy and that's what fanfic's for *cough*, but since Kirk doesn't get eaten by a salt vampire...well...

Who’d You Most Like to Have Lunch With? @holleyberry :) Dude, we should totally hook up (No, not THAT way!) when I'm in SoCal next. Which won't be soon if I have my way, but when I am there....

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16 S'mores Dessert Recipes for Summer—No Campfire Required

Welcome to Camp52, where we're recapturing the fun of summer as a kid. All month long, you'll find playful, carefree ideas for snacks (s'mores and popsicles, anyone?), drinks, crafts, games, field trips, packing tips, and more.

When it comes to s'mores, there's no denying that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts: marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. Sure, each component is good on its own, but with an open flame (or stovetop burner, broiler, or kitchen torch) and a bit of layering, you've got yourself a treat that's gooey, sweet, summertime perfection.

The classic version is a camping favorite, and rightly so: The ingredients are extra simple and don't spoil, although they might get a little bit melty if you leave them out in the sun for too long.

But whether or not you plan on pitching a tent this summer, there are plenty of creative ways to bring all those s'mores-y flavors straight to your kitchen—no bonfire necessary. Think: icebox cakes, cookies, brownies, tarts, and more. Here are 16 of our best s'mores-inspired dessert recipes that take the classic version up a few notches, and then some.

1. S'mores Icebox Cake

Get all that toasty nostalgia of s'mores without a campfire—or even an oven, for that matter—with this easy icebox cake that's perfect for summer.

2. S'mores Cookies

There's nothing not to love about these moist, super-fudgy dark chocolate cookies with gooey pockets of melted marshmallows, graham cracker crumbles, and a sprinkle of shredded coconut.

3. S'mores Pop-Tart Slab Pie

This kid-friendly slab pie is a masterpiece, plain and simple. Why? Well, it's basically a sheet pan-sized s'mores Pop-Tart you can cut into huge slices and share with the whole family.

4. Strawberry S’mores Sundae

Take two summer favorites—quality strawberry ice cream and melty s'mores—and combine them to make the ultimate sundae.

5. S'mores Semifreddo

Semifreddo is almost exactly what it sounds like: a semi-frozen dessert that's kind of like ice cream, but doesn't require any churning. This six-ingredient shortcut version is fast, tasty, and has that classic s'mores-y flavor.

6. S'mores Layer Cake

If you're throwing a big get-together this summer, you've absolutely got to make this showstopping layered graham cake with chocolate ganache and fresh marshmallow fluff.

7. Cinnamon Spice Rice Krispies Treat S'mores

Fact: Homemade Rice Krispies treats taste even better when you bring cinnamon, nutmeg, marshmallows, and lots and lots of chocolate chips into the equation.

8. S'mores Ice Cream

The s'mores chunks in this fun, simple recipe would make a delicious treat all on their own, but they undoubtedly taste best when mixed into fresh burnt marshmallow ice cream.

9. Big Kid Hot Day S'Mores

These flame-less s'mores might seem kid-friendly, but the rum in the marshmallow fluff, plus the cayenne and espresso powder in the melted chocolate, make them a delicious, adults-only dessert.

10. Sheet-Pan S'mores

Think of these sheet-pan s'mores kind of like sweet nachos. Simply sprinkle the graham crackers over the pan, top them with mini marshmallows, and toss the whole thing under the broiler to brown. Then, finish it off with your favorite toppings, like chocolate sauce and coconut flakes.

11. S’mores Pudding Cake

A rich chocolate custard is the star of this luscious, layered pudding cake, while a thick marshmallow crème and soft, crumbly graham crackers step in as the supporting cast.

12. S'mores Croissants

We always love a warm, flaky chocolate croissant for breakfast (or even dessert), but we love this s'mores-inspired twist on the traditional French pastry even more.

13. S'mores Tart

This easy tart brings all those campfire flavors indoors with its graham cracker crust, chocolate ganache, and a thick layer of homemade marshmallow that becomes golden-brown with a kitchen torch or quick stint under the broiler.

14. Homemade Moon Pies

These handheld moon pies are much less of a mess to eat than a batch of your typical, oozy s'mores and—thanks to a trip to the refrigerator—far better for a hot summer day.

15. Grandma Joan's Marshmallow Brownies

These rich, nutty, and, most importantly, Grandma-approved brownies taste great on their own, but are absolute heaven when slathered with a chocolatey marshmallow frosting.

16. Burnt Cinnamon Toast & Chocolate S'more

These luxed-up s'mores are just like the originals, only with cinnamon swirl bread instead of graham crackers, and a sprinkle of flaky salt to balance out the sweetness.

What's your favorite type of s'more? Tell us in the comments below! Source: https://food52.com/blog/24329-best-smores-dessert-recipes

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Food Survey (#1)

Breakfast

It’s the most important meal of the day! Do you even eat breakfast? I mostly skip it. I rarely ate breakfast when I was in college (because I had to drive out early to make it to class on time) and I’ve been skipping breakfasts again lately because I’ve been a ball of anxiety and panic and un-hungry-ness.

What time do you typically eat breakfast? When my family has breakfast together on weekends we eat at around 10-11 AM. Late risers, haha.

Would you say that breakfast is typically your largest meal of the day or your smallest meal of the day? It’s in the middle. My ‘smallest’ is lunch but that’s because I’ve always skipped it altogether.

Do you like going out for a sit-down breakfast? No, I don’t like the idea of waking up super early just to go out to eat breakfast lol, especially when nothing beats a homemade breakfast. I do like breakfast-themed restaurants, but I flock to them at non-breakfast hours.

Do you visit a coffee shop (ie: Tim Hortons, Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts) and place an order every morning? If so, what do you typically get? Nah because I’m always in a hurry to get to my destination and I don’t drink coffee in the morning. I prefer going to coffee shops in the middle or at the end of my day.

How many different ways will you eat your eggs? Any and all ways. Love eggs; they’re so simple lol

How do you prefer your bacon to be cooked? I like it soft and soggy. I won’t avoid crunchy bacon, but I just like its texture less.

Have you ever had Canadian bacon before? Which do you like better? I am honestly not sure. I’m not aware of the different kinds of bacon so I wouldn’t have been aware if what I’ve tried is ~Canadian bacon or not.

Do you prefer sausage links or sausage patties? I don’t like sausages, oops. Filipinos prefer their hotdogs lol.

What do you prefer your sausage to be made out of? (chicken, pork, etc) Or do you not like sausage at all? See above.

Would you rather have a breakfast bowl, a breakfast sandwich, or a breakfast burrito, and why? Tbh, none. We like our breakfast with fried rice on this side of the planet; it’s pretty much a non-negotiable. Breakfast sandwiches are viewed as being kinda fancy here so I’ll only get those on days when I want to treat myself haha. I’ve never had a breakfast bowl and breakfast burritos sound messy to me.

Do you prefer French toast, pancakes, or waffles, and why? Pancakes. They make me feel like a kid, and it’s simply a no-fail dish.

Do you ever eat bagels for breakfast? If so, what type do you typically like, and what do you put on it? Nopes, not a common meal here. Only boujee people who can afford to stop by Starbucks every morning and get a coffee and pastry have bagels.

Do you ever make banana bread? With or without walnuts? How about pumpkin bread? With or without chocolate chips? Seeing as I don’t enjoy fruits or fruits being incorporated in dishes much, nope.

Do you prefer cereal bars or granola bars? Which flavors? I have neither. I find them very dry and I’ve never liked the texture.

Do you ever eat cereal for breakfast? Or do you ever munch on it as a snack instead? What’s your favorite kind? Cookie Crisp is my favorite cereal brand, but because I can’t have cereal regularly, I eat it – and other cereal brands – as a snack.

Do you put milk in your cereal, or do you eat it dry? Only if I’m in a hotel and they provide cereal and milk in their breakfast buffet. And again, even then, I take my cereal with only very little milk.

Have you ever had biscuits and gravy? How about chicken and waffles? Fuck yes, fried chicken and waffles. Best comfort food.

Do you ever have steak or chicken fried steak with your eggs? No, because we have our own steak equivalent – tapa. I have a love-hate relationship with it though and it’s always a hit or miss when I taste tapa from different restaurants.

Do you ever eat cinnamon buns for breakfast? Ooh no, sounds way too sweet for breakfast. I view cinnamon buns as snacks and would consume them throughout the day, rather than solely for breakfast.

Do you enjoy eating coffee cake for breakfast? Nope. I generally avoid sweet dishes for breakfast as I find it too jarring for my tastebuds so early in the day lol. I prefer meals that are more well-rounded as it makes for a better eating experience, like tapsilog which has the saltiness of eggs and the sweetness of tapa. Filipino cuisine is just sooooooo *chef’s kiss*

Do you like doughnuts? What is your favorite kind to eat? Not for breakfast, but I LOVE doughnuts, yes. I love glazed and frosted ones, especially if they’re chocolate-flavored :)

Have you ever had a crepe before? No, they don’t sound appetizing to me. My sister loves crepes, though. Will always get one if she sees them on a menu.

Would you rather have a croissant or a scone, and why? Croissant. I love how buttery it tastes, and also I’ve never had a scone ha.

Do you have a preferred flavor of muffin to eat? Just chocolate chip. I was always a cupcake girl.

When’s the last time that you had a toaster strudel? Which kind would you prefer? I’ve never had it and don’t even know what it is. The only reason I know what a strudel is is The Rock lmao.

When’s the last time you had a Pop-Tart? Do you have any particular favorite flavors? I rewarded myself with a box of Pop-Tarts when I finished my internship last year. Now that I think about it, holy shit it’s been that long since I had a Pop-Tart? Damn...anyway, we only get like 5 flavors in this part of the world. I’ve tried all of them and my favorite is chocolate fudge. My next favorite would be s’mores, then brown sugar cinnamon, then cookies and cream, then strawberry.

Has anyone ever made Eggs Benedict for you before? Did you enjoy it? No one has made it for me but I’ve ordered an Eggs Benedict at a restaurant before. I looooove it. I wish it wasn’t so damn expensive so I can order it more often lmao, but I guess it’s viewed as a fancy dish so even though it’s literally just poached eggs on a muffin they’re able to jack up the prices for it.

Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? What was the special occasion? No. I wouldn’t count on my girlfriend to do so either as she’s deathly afraid of the kitchen lolol

When’s the last time you had an English muffin? Would you rather have this or a bagel instead? I don’t know if I’ve ever had it. If that’s the case, it would be a very long time ago since it’s not readily available where I live I’m guessing it’s the sort of thing that’s only available in 5-star hotels where there would usually be foreign guests.

Do you ever have fruit salads for breakfast? What do you prefer to put in them? Offfffffffff course not, ha.

Would you rather have hash browns or home fries, and why? For breakfast, hashbrowns. They feel more breakfast-y to me. But French fries will always be better for me overall.

What would you put into your omelette? Everything. Cheese, tomatoes, bell peppers, ham, mushrooms...whatever goes with eggs can go in my omelette.

Have you ever had a quiche for breakfast before? Nope. Again, not very common here and even considered too fancy. I’ve only seen quiches served at parties.

How do you like your toast, and what do you put on it? I don’t have toast often. If I was ever served one, butter would be enough.

Do you like to eat oatmeal? Do you prefer it to be warm or cold? What flavors do you enjoy? I wouldn’t hate oatmeal so much if I wasn’t fed it for breakfast every single day for my kindergarten years and half of my grade school years. But it happened, so I can’t stand the sight, smell, and texture of it now. I just find it so bland and bleh.

Have you ever had a popover before? Do you like them? I have genuinely never heard of that, ever. This is brand new to me. As someone who has heard it for the first time it definitely makes me think that this is some variation of popcorn, but I could be wrong haha.

Do you know anyone who puts peanut butter on their toast? How about avocado? I know people who do either. Peanut butter is a common bread filling here, whereas avocado toast is usually consumed by just the elite since avocado can be expensive and it’s simply not Asian fare.

Do you have a favorite-flavored Danish that you like to eat? No, I don’t have those either. Ugh I still have a lot of breakfast foods to try.

Do you ever eat yogurt for breakfast? Do you prefer it plain, or flavored? Yes or no to the fruit chunks? How about granola or chocolate flakes/candies in there? Noooooooo omg I hate yogurt, I think it tastes so weird :( Whenever Gab and I go to fro-yo stalls I always just want to order the toppings (since they look so appetizing) and none of the yogurt lol. Do you ever eat anything for breakfast that isn’t typically classified as a “breakfast food”? I’m sure some of the dishes I eat for breakfast could be considered unconventional but completely normal in Filipino cuisine, like dried fish and hotdogs.

What do you typically drink with your breakfast in the morning? (coffee, tea, juice, milk) Water. I feel that other drinks mess with the way I taste my food, so I refrain from getting those.

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