Anticipation...

I rarely get excited about ebay acquisitions, or purchases of any kind, but I cannot wait to get my stinkin' stand mixer. After I killed the avocado green Hamilton Beach (a $9 bargain) while making my last few batches of marshmallows, I moved on to the relatively new handmixer we had laying around the house. It was pretty hard work, getting that thing to whip up gelatin and syrup into another batch of marshmallows, and the whole experiment was ill-fated after untold amounts of marshmallow goo got sucked inside the holes on the bottom of the mixer. A colony of ants quickly took up residence inside the mixer afterward. Michael discovered the ants and became disgusted enough to trash the whole thing on the spot.

So, after a little hemming and hawing on my part, we finally bid on a mixer online. I feel crippled without a mixer. I just know my daughter is going to want to toast marshmallows any day now and we won't have enough for the whole crew. Lord knows we can never go back to store-bought marshmallows. That simply wouldn't do. Homemade marshmallows toasted on a stick over a campfire is the closest thing this gal has had to a religious experience in such a very long time. One of those close your eyes and purr with pleasure kinds of foods. You wouldn't normally attribute a marshmallow with such power, but hey, life is full of surprises.