9/19/2023 0 Comments Springy block end feel![]() ![]() These homemade marshmallows are not only easy to make, they set as perfectly as promised: puffed and lightweight, bouncing off one another as I tossed them in the container. Well, the cooking part at least: I woke up today with dried marshmallow in my hair I’d say last night’s s’mores on the grill were a success. Except this time - and I’m not sure if it was the extra fluffy and more movable marshmallow “batter” or just my experience warning me to not touch it but it ended up being oh-so-less dramatic. I looked at what everyone else out there is making, and the recipes were largely the same until I found this ancient one (like, 11 years old, omg) on Epicurious that had the curious addition of egg whites (which is honestly something, prior to making marshmallows the first time, I’d always assumed every marshmallow recipe contained, given their flavor parallels to meringue) and the promise of extra lift and fluffiness within. Especially after all of that aforementioned drama.īut then I had to go make homemade graham crackers a couple weeks ago and you can’t make graham crackers without making s’mores (you just cant it’s a summer sacrilege) and there was I was, overdue to face down my marshmallow demons. And nobody likes a dense, chewy marshmallow. It wasn’t just the mess, however - though, admittedly, it was mostly the mess deterring me, despite the fact that it all dissolves easily and residue-free when rinsed with warm soapy water - it was the fact that the marshmallows ended up a little denser than that Jet-Puffed ones we’re all used to. ![]() Needless to say, it’s taken me some time to tackle marshmallows again. The paddle was gunked to the bowl and the scraper was glued to the paddle and then - and it is my duty to implore you not to do this at home - you think, “well, I’ll just wipe off the paddle with my index finger” and then your index finger gets knit to the scraper and then you think “well, let me use my other finger to wipe this one off” and all of a sudden, you’ve got strands of marshmallow strung from each finger to the bowl, the mixer, the paddle, the scraper, each corner of the pan, your shirt, the floor and then your husband comes home just as you’re pleading “help! I’m all knotted up!” and he instead gets the camera. It all went south when I couldn’t resist the urge to scrape down the paddle and bowl (anyone else an obsessive bowl scraper? I cringe when things go to waste). Oh, the marshmallows were successful they even looked and tasted like marshmallows, but yours truly? I ended up in a tangled web of marshmallow strings. The first time I made marshmallows, well, I don’t think saying “it was a mess” adequately describes it. ![]()
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