This was my second attempt at making marshmallows, and I've got to say, I don't think I'll be back for more. I had to drink about 28 cups of tea just to counteract the sweetness from a single mallow.
And Tilly was almost unable to make it through licking a solitary beater. (Strangely, Feather had no issues with these sickly stickies)
Earlier this month, the very same Feather threw my candy thermometer at the floor and smashed it so I had to improvise my way through the whole sugar syrup stage. You see, you are supposed to take it off the heat once it reaches a certain temperature. This would be firm ball stage which is apparently when a spoonful of syrup dropped in water can form a ball shape. I seemed to progress from thread stage to hard crack stage (somewhere I really didn't want to be) in a matter of nanoseconds. And to say I was made tense by Tilly hovering around watching and asking questions all the while would be a bit of an understatement.
When I announced that we would be making marshmallows, Tilly was excited and said that she wanted to give some away as Christmas goodies to some of our neighbours' kiddies.
A bit of impromptu packaging and we were on our way to deliver.
Note Feath's manbag. He put it on himself when he saw that Tilly got to carry the basket. It's a lovely Glomesh one from the dress ups box.
Be forewarned. Making marshmallows is sticky work.