Happy Memorial Day! In honor of the official kick-off to summer, I'm devoting today to marshmallows. If you're like me, you've never thought too much about the fluffy processed pillows of sugar (which by the way are not vegetarian -- I know and I don't care; I eat gummi bears, too). They all tasted pretty much the same; there was no real reason to be picky about brands or sizes or even "flavors."
But then I tasted the handmade marshmallows from a mother of five named Laura. Laura's marshmallows are amazing. They come in all sorts of crazy flavors, like lavender/lemon and black jelly bean.
I picked up a pack of vanilla and a pack of double dark chocolate the last time I was at the Wedge and while they're not cheap ($5 for 8), they are memorable. I've been roasting them over a fire the last few nights, and they make melty, gooey s'mores. They don't puff up and toast like processed marshmallows, instead they literally melt off the stick. But if you can catch a marshmallow on a graham cracker before it's fiery descent, you'll become a believer (or, yes, a marshmallow snob).
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