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So, I made homemade marshmallows. My mom calls me the messiest cook on the planet. She constantly follows me around with a broom and a dust pan, sweeping up remnants of soon-to be recipes. But it’s not my fault. I swear! Sure, I’ll admit that I can be messy sometimes, but it’s only because our kitchen doesn’t have enough room for me. I’m a big boy, and big boys need big kitchens to cook and bake in. And when there’s not enough room, things go flying everywhere, regardless if there’s a garbage bowl or not.
This weekend, my mother was following me around with that broom and dust pan more than she wanted to; she falls under the category of “obsessive compulsive” clean freak. I was tackling something I hadn’t made in forever- marshmallows, and for any of you who’ve made the stuff, you know how messy the process can be. And boy did I hear it from my mother, “This kitchen better be as spotless as it was before you got in here!”
Luckily the kitchen was spotless after I finished wiping down the countertops four times and after washing every single sticky, marshmallow-y dish, wire whisk, spoon, and silicon spatula in the sink. Oh how much I loathe washing dishes… The thought of having to wash the stuff all on my own, every single time I make something, is horrendous! I think every food blogger should be given a nice dSLR camera [with accessories] (I’ve been eyeing this one and this one for quite a while…), a second Kitchen Aid mixer (because one is never enough!), a huge kitchen, and a personal dishwasher. I should be realistic, but oh if life was like that, I wouldn’t be struggling to take half-descent photos with a cheap Canon point-and-shoot camera, and I wouldn’t hear any complaining from my mother that the kitchen is an absolute pigsty.
Speaking of camera… Christmahanaquanzadan Santa wasn’t good to me this year, he left a gift card, some clothing, a couple checks for my college applications, and a nice pair of shoes. No dSLR camera… And guess what? If Santa wants to see another batch of cookies next year, he’d better know what to come with by my birthday, or his butt is going to be freezing outside next Christmas, while I’m microwaving / roasting marshmallows and Petit Écolier cookies to make the most sophisticated and delicious s’mores that you will ever have in your entire life.
I might give santa some hot cocoa with some marshmallows though, because I am nice, and because he did leave us a nice little kitty on Christmas Eve… Oh, and guess what we named her- that’s right, Eve. Isn’t Eve adorable?! Oops, almost forgot that I didn’t put the photo on here… Well, you’d have to say she’s adorable after clicking this link. Sorry peeps, kitty is adorable, but she’s very finicky and refuses to let me take photos of her, without moving. And I wasn’t going to post a not-so-descent photo on here…
Santa still has until my birthday to get off of my “No Cookies For You!” list. Until then, he’s staying on it and might only get hot chocolate next Christmas. Depending on my mood next year, he might get a couple marshmallows too…