I have just experienced the ineluctable joy of a fluffernutter sandwich.
How have I missed this delight for almost 50 years? It is heavenly.
My husband is 1 part disgusted, and 3 parts astounded that there is marshmallow fluff in the house, but that is neither here nor there because…
I am in midnight snack heaven. And it’s only 9:45 PM.
another cup of coffee 
I love how there are only 2 camps for this monstrosity—love it or disgusted. I’m with Steve, but I’ll eschew my distaste for marshmallows for a *good* smore where everything melts properly.
This makes me so, so happy. 😀 WELCOME.
nom nom nom
Did you get this recipe from Marie Bernadette? This is hilarious.
She’s been talking about it for days and I happened to have marshmallow fluff in the pantry, though I admit I don’t know how it got there or how long it’s been there. Perhaps not something I should admit to in public, but there you have it.
TASTINESS IN A TUB.
That is all.
BLECH! I’m sure this is a Yankee invention intended for some sort of subjugation. (Of course you don’t know that I make s’mores with only graham crackers and chocolate because marshmallow in all it’s forms is icky.)
you are wrong in many ways, but most of all because you won’t drink sweet tea and now you make abomination s’mores.
PS I forgive you because you answered ineluctable with subjugation.