It was evening.  I was sitting in my home with all of the windows open enjoying the beautiful weather.  Then I smelled something which I thought was a neighbor firing up their grill...was it charcoal?  A big steak being seared on the grill of a hot barbeque?  Or, maybe it was a group of friends roasting hot dogs and smores! Excited, (with my taste buds watering) I went to my door, opened it up and took a huge lung-filling smell.  I love barbeques and grilling...basically any kind of food cooking outside. Anyway, long story short, my lungs were filled with a putrid burned-smelling smoke.  I realized the farmers were burning grass in their fields nearby.  Choking and coughing for air, I shut the door and immediately went into my kitchen and made these Ritz Smores. They weren't grilled outside over an open fire but they were still mighty tasty.