By HOLLY SOSA
In my home town of Oscoda, Michigan, summer is made up of warm breezy days playing on the beach; combing it for Petoskey stones, watching our kids roam free on the shore & the evenings? Well, the evenings are reserved for bonfires and s’mores. The kids instinctively know that at the very least, one of the adults has s’mores fixin’s in their car & as soon as a flame erupts, the marshmallow roasting begins. This must be why s’mores are one of my most treasured desserts.