Going on about the warm weather, lack of snow. Reveling in my ability to start my car right when I wanted to leave, not a half hour beforehand. Enjoying a longer walk with Edgar, neither of us bundled up.
Spoke way too soon on that one.
Winter weather is back with full-force. And I forgot my gloves on my walk this morning.
Luckily, I made marshmallows for the numerous cups of hot chocolate that will be absolutely necessary to survive. With bourbon for a little added warmth, ya heard?
I was going share a recipe for peppermint marshmallows today.
Because have you ever had a homemade marshmallow? They’re like little bites of clouds – fluffy and airy and delicate. Ohmygosh. Phenomenal. Particularly the ones at Hot Chocolate (I know, I know, here I go again).
However, for these guys, I went against my better judgment and used a recipe I was unfamiliar with. I normally use this one from the queen of homemaking herself, Martha. And even though that’s the one I always make and have had very few problems with, the fact that it had less than stellar reviews from other people made me think there were better options out there. Even though it worked for me and made me happy.
I feel like there’s an important lesson or metaphor in there somewhere.