You know what you need to fix a bad week? Besties and s’mores.
My friend Stacey came in on Tuesday night and she had lunch with me while we talked about how everyone’s life would be better if they just listened to what we told them. (It’s true.)
She also got Maggie to bark at her. Because she’s magic.
To prove that magic, she came up with a brilliant idea.
With homemade marshmallows.
Told you she was magic.
But first, we needed fuel. So we headed to Freebirds and both ordered the Hybird which wouldn’t be note-worthy except for this.
My burrito is the bottom one. Now guess who had the skinny hippie girl making hers, and who had the slightly hot stoner boy who kept chatting her up the whole time.
Uh huh. Apparently I ordered the “Fatty Fatty Two-by-Four” burrito, while she got the “Hi, I’d like to see you naked,” version.
It’s how we do.
I used Smitten Kitchen‘s marshmallows recipe because she never does me wrong. If you use any recipe for marshmallows, use hers. Do not be afraid of the addition on beaten egg whites. I know you don’t cook them. You will not die. (JETHRO.) Use reconstituted egg whites, it’s easier, handy AND less scary inducing about food poisoning for the sissy-boys in your life. The only sad part about using powdered is I don’t get to show off my mad egg-cracking/separating skillz. (Seriously.)
Marshmallows are made better by having a friend sit on your counter and read your blog all while giggling and reading her favorite comments out loud. (“Heh. Motorboat the cake…”) It’s nice to know that after like ten years, she still thinks I’m funny.
Marshmallows are super easy. The only hard part is melting the sugar just right. Do not attempt this without a candy thermometer. There’s like ten degrees between “just right” and “holy hell, what is on fire in here?!?” so plan accordingly. And you can use a hand-mixer, but a stand mixer is best. It gets all the air in there to ensure that your ‘mallows are springy and bouncy and nummy.
These marshmallows can be flavored to make them even more amazing. These were supposed to be coffee flavored, but apparently a grocery store, a fancy organic/ethnic store and a craft store with baking supplies are all too lame to carry coffee flavoring, the rat bastards. (Part of the reason we started making marshmallows at like 9pm.)
Using vanilla bean paste makes these look fancy, though it’s too hard to capture with an iPhone while you’re busy laughing and eating marshmallow fluff your fingers just to “make sure it tastes good.” I was able to capture our s’mores, however.
Well, s’more. As in one each. Because after spending all night shopping for flavoring, getting judged by hipsters in Freebirds, watching NCIS with Jethro and then making marshmallows while gossiping, you’re just too tired to gorge yourself on multiple s’mores as planned.
Well, too tired to gorge, but not too tired to decimate the one s’more each we had in about 15 messy seconds.
The night was concluded with the Buffy musical episode, as well as a fast-forward viewing of the episode where Buffy loses her virginity (and Angel loses his soul) as well as the season-ender where Buffy stabs Angel to send him into the hell dimension to save the world, even though his soul was already restored by Willow and Buffy SO should have known that and would have if stupid Xander hadn’t been all “Give ’em hell,” and lied by omission while Willow was all busy working her magic and showing shades of future Dark Willow and Oz stood by her bedside looking all concerned and adorable which is why he is our favorite.
*ahem* Once More with Feeling, Surprise and Becoming part 2, respectively.
We regret nothing.