Marshmallows

(by request of Zandry)

I love marshmallows. An early and very fond memory of marshmallows is at an art museum. I was about six years old if I remember correctly... It was likely at Seattle Art Museum, or at another near by. There was a piece of art entirely made of marshmallows, a marshmallow garden. It was quite awesome. And near it was a free wrapped marshmallow with a fortune inside. I remember it well.

Also we used to roast them at my grandparents house. I'd try to make mine a perfect golden brown, and sometimes succeeded. Carson just wanted to burn his and poke it with a stick. Gramps was always best at it. I loved how it was crunchy on the outside and melted in the middle. Makes me want one now.

A few years ago we had a bag of marshmallows. I decided, wouldn't it be cool if we melted some with chocolate? So I got out a bowl and a chunk of chocolate.. or maybe chocolate chips. I melted the marshmallow and the chocolate in the microwave, and mixed it all to a light brown paste. It was quite delicious and disgusting. I think the marshmallow would be better alone. I made Carson some of it too.
I'll have to do that again sometime.

It'd be fun to carry a bag of marshmallows and throw them at things. I don't know why. *laughs*

Or shove one into the hands of a passing stranger. Mmhm..