24 April 2008
The other day whilst out and about getting a few things I found myself in the confectionary section of the shop. Mmhhh…..how did I end up there? Just like me. Easily distracted and wondering around just because. What I was there to buy, mind you, was not in this section of the store. Go figure!
I found myself in front of the marshmallows (why isn’t it marshm*e*llows?) I immediately saw these and knew they were going home with me. The cute heart shapes had me sold and besides my step daughter loves hearts, and sweets. She definitely gets that from her daddy.
I’ve never been a huge fan of the marshmallow by itself, as a snack or treat. Here, in Australia, they are more of a treat (lollie as we say). They come in different shapes, colours and flavours. I’m used to a bag of plain whites either miniatures or the large size. I have yet to find a plain bag here. They just aren’t used for the same thing we use them for in the US. When I think of marshmallows I associate them with the following:
• Thanksgiving yams with marshmallows melted on top. I can’t remember a Thanksgiving without them. I loved them every year, and still do.
•Rice crispy treats. I loved these growing up, and yep still love them now. I need to make some, speaking of.
•S’mores. Can you taste the goodness just thinking about these? I honestly can’t think of a more iconic American treat than these. So many fond memories of these at camp and the many beach bonfires over the years.
•Hot chocolate with a bunch of miniature marshmallows. The melted, gooey yumminess of it all.
I think the marshmallow is a love of mine. Not in and of itself but what I associate it with. It’s a comfort and reminder of fond memories and happy times. Thanksgiving is love. The marshmallows on top of the yams are just an expression of that love. The love your mom and grandmother poured into preparing that dish because they knew you loved it. Rice crispy treats are love. Made the same way because they knew you loved them and they truly were a treat. Hot chocolate is love. A steaming cup handed to you by your mom made just the way you like it, with marshmallows on top. S’more are love. The many conversations had with family and friends around a fire ring holding your wire hangar with the marshmallow at the end ever so carefully, making sure it was toasted perfectly.
It seems the marshmallow has it’s own special place in my heart. I’m looking forward to making the family some hot chocolate, especially my step daughter, this weekend as we are finally having cool nights here.
How do you love thee? What do you associate the marshmallow with? Please do tell.
Happy LOVE Thursday everyone.