"I know you're in there Hannah!"
"I can smell the S'mores from out here on your corner".
"You and Brownie troupe 522 are killers"! KILLERS. Do you hear me? Those marshmallows are tragic!
A megaphone works wonders here.
It worked until I had to pay my $5.00 fine for disturbing the peace. What's 5 bucks when you got a mission?
Marshmallows are unseemly. They are deceptive little buggers. Marshmallows seem so cuddly and soft and pillowy and chemical-ee. And they shmush so nice. And when they're drenched with chocolate and, and see, you see how those marshmallows draw you in. Damn candy crack. It's not right. But I don't need to tell you again what they're really made of.
Remember how the marshmallows of yore tasted like powdery yuk? A Dandies marshmallow has none of that powdery junk on it and is delicious. It might be a little smaller than the old- timey mallows but it's not a marshmallow midget. In addition to gobbling these from the bag, my buddy Mo and I whipped up some bark.
We had this on hand:
1 12 oz bag vegan chocolate chips
1 Cup walnut pieces
1 Cup crushed Jojo's
Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper. Melt chocolate chips in double boiler. When completely melted, stir in remainder of ingredients. Pour onto prepared cookie sheet. Level it out with a wooden spoon or heat proof spatula. Freeze for about an hour. Break into pieces and eat as much as you can and if you can't sleep read the rest of my blogs.
This bark would rock with dried cherries and roasted almonds but alas we did not have any.
And that's enough pillow talk for tonight.