For our apartment-warming a couple of months back, I decided to make a big batch of marshmallows that I could just set out for people to help themselves to. It worked out well in the end, because I just made them all the night before and didn’t have to worry about clearing fridge space or anything. I just sat them out on the table and cut them up before the party.
To make them special, I did three different flavours: chocolate swirl, rhubarb (sooooooooo delicious), and mint, because I have a mint plant in a pot on a shelf. Fresh mint will be even better than mint extract! I thought to myself. But I have to tell you, internet, it was not better. Not even a little bit. The stiff block of icky green mallow I flipped out of its container the next day was indeed a travesty upon its kind. In short: it doesn’t go in your mouth. My husband was fascinated it by the texture though, and before we threw it out he had to take a big bite out of it. Why?
“Because when else am I going to be able to take a bite out of a GIANT BLOCK OF MARSHMALLOW?”