After dinner on Memorial Day, we raided the pantry my mom had geniusly stocked with s’more ingredients. There were old-fashioned grahams, bars of good dark chocolate, and the most enormous marshmallows I have ever seen. They were double, triple, maybe quadruple the size of regular-sized marshmallows. I was intimidated–they were massive–but they turned out to roast into the most perfectly golden s’more fillers, since they held their own a bit better beside the embers of the grill. They burst into full-blown marshmallow fires only rarely.