So today I attempted to fulfill a dream of mine. I was on a high, after checking 'ice skate at the sculpture garden' off my life list (which was awesome by the way) and making my first edible scones. So I thought, if there was ever a moment to try to make homemade marshmallows, this is it.
They're setting/chilling right now, so I can't definitively say I ruined them yet, but they are a weird yellowish color that just seems wrong. And my arm is about to fall off. Apparently, marshmallows are one of those things you need the right equipment to make. As in, an electric mixer. Or a really burly assistant. I had neither, so after 40 minutes I gave up on the mixing by hand and just decided they were ready.
Still, if I ever do learn how to make marshmallows from scratch then I can have them in any country I travel to. (This is a big reason why I've been working on my cooking skills all year. That and the fact that I am loving being back in the states where I can get every ingredient I want at the corner store.) Next I need to learn how to make pumpkin pie mix. And peanut butter. And dr. pepper.....