I've had a recent deep craving for Mallomars. I grew up on them, and it appears that half the country did too. Unfortunately, it's the Eastern half of the country, since no one west of the Mississippi knows what they are. It's a quick way to discern the West Coasters from the East Coasters -- you say the word "Mallomar" and you watch the look on their faces. If they give you a blank stare, they're from the West. If they immediately get a look of longing on their face and that faraway look of recollection from their youth, they're from the East.

For those of you not in the know, a Mallomar is a great creation consisting of a graham cracker cookie topped with marshmallow stuff, then the whole thing is coated with chocolate. It's kind of like a S'more, but not really. It's round with a flat bottom and a hole in the middle. It's one of those things that makes you believe in the existence of perfection.

Except they don't make them out here. I can't find them in the supermarkets anywhere. And the worst part is, when I went to Nabisco's website, I couldn't find a page for them. So I'm hoping it's just an oversight, because you can't stop making Mallomars. It's an American tradition. If you stop making Mallomars, then... well... the terrorists win. Yeah. That's it.