It may be mid-September but to me, s’mores season lives on long throughout the fall. And really, if I wanted a s’more in the middle of a snowstorm in January, NO ONE CAN STOP ME.
Sheesh, that was a little dramatic. Sorry about that. Back to the s’mores.
Whenever I think of s’mores I think of that scene in the movie, “The Sandlot” (a pivotal film in my childhood), when Ham explains to Smalls how to make a s’more. “First, you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the mallow. When the mallow’s flamin’, you stick it on the chocolate. Then, you cover it with the other end. Then, you stuff.”
Genius, that Ham.
While these double chocolate s’mores whoopie pies aren’t made quite so properly, the stuffing part is still intact. And I think Ham would be OK with that. I hope you are, too.
You see, I’ve been pretty pumped to share these pops with you for a while now. Ever since Billy invited me to make them, that is. Why did I have to be invited to make popsicles? I didn’t. I was probably going to make them on my own at some point anyway. But now I have a reason to make them other than the fact that I love putting cocktails and yogurts and fizzy lifting drinks in molds and freezing them and then eating them that reason is called Popsicle Week. Or #popsicleweek, for all you hipster folk who put hashtags in everyday writing (and me. I guess I do that, too).
That’s right. Twenty-six bloggers including yours truly are sharing popsicle recipes this week because… well, really, do you need a reason for popsicles? Because it’s summer (YES IT STILL IS) and we all love popsicles. And if we don’t? Well, you can come back later this week because I will have a non-popsicle recipe to share with you then (or maybe not. I might just make popsicles from here on out. #jokes).
If there is anything I’ve learned from this summer, it’s that grilling and/or roasting fruit is an excellent idea (I hope I’ve learned more than that this season, but you know, I’ll take what I can get). Grilled watermelon? Come to mama. Grilled peaches? Total treat-yo-self business. Roasted strawberries? Uh-huh times a trillion.
But I digress. Because what I’m really here to tell you today is that roasted blueberries are and forevermore shall be one of the tastiest things to come out of my kitchen — second only to roasted blueberry malted milkshakes, that is.
I wasn’t sure what to call these. Calzones? Stuffed pretzel rolls? Circles of sweet and savory goodness?
But I ate them with my hands and a pie filled with brie and jam sounds pretty tasty, so… hand pies. Pretzel hand pies, to be exact. With brie and raspberry jam in the center. Oooooh yes.
Obviously I’m currently suffering from a case of post-traumatic house-moving disorder, thus my random thoughts and erratic sentence structure. OK, OK, I’m being dramatic. It wasn’t that bad, really. But if someone wants to come unpack all these boxes for me and put everything where it’s supposed to go while I sit here eating pretzel hand pies, that would be swell.