Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Homemade Marshmallow Recipe

Thanksgiving weekend is one of the highlights of my year. I absolutely love it. And it has very little to do with the big turkey dinner. 
Abby and Grace sporting their Indian vests and turkey headbands they made this week
The year Cameron and I were engaged we spent the day after Thanksgiving visiting some old friends of mine. We went to the temple afterwards then stopped in at a tepanyaki grill in the area for dinner. I'd never been to a tepanyaki grill before that night. The chef did a great job with all the typical tricks--making an onion-ring volcano, spinning eggs on his spatula, flipping shrimp into everyone's mouths, etc. I snuggled up to Cameron and enjoyed it all. On our way home we remembered that they would be turning on the Christmas lights on Temple Square, so we stopped to enjoy all the lights and nativity sets. The snow was falling softly, we were so in love, and everything seemed magical. We decided to make it a yearly tradition.

So now every year on the day after Thanksgiving we haul out all the Christmas decorations and have a wonderful morning setting up our tree and lights and listening to festive music. Cameron and I go on a lunch date to a tepanyaki grill. In the late afternoon we bundle everyone up and go to Temple Square to see all the nativity sets and be there when they turn on the Christmas lights. Then we go home for hot cocoa and our annual homemade marshmallows. We only make these once a year, but Cameron and the kids really wish it was more often!

Here's the recipe:
2-1/2 T. unflavored gelatin (I use 3 individual packets of Knox)
1 c. plus 1 T. water
1-1/2 c. sugar
1 c. light corn syrup
dash of salt
2 t. vanilla extract

 First you want to coat a square pan with cooking spray and dust it like crazy with powdered sugar.
Then stir 1/2 c. of the water and the gelatin in a stand mixer and let it rest for 25 minutes. Meanwhile, combine the sugar, corn syrup, salt, and remaining 1/2 c. water in a saucepan. Cook and stir over medium-low heat until the sugar has dissolved. Then turn the heat up to medium-high and bring it to a boil, stirring often. Reduce the heat to medium and boil and stir till it reaches 244 F on a candy thermometer--maybe 15 minutes or so. 
Using the whisk attachment on your mixer, turn the mixer on to medium low. Now slowly pour the sugar mixture into your stand mixer bowl. Turn the mixer up to high and beat 15 minutes. Your mixture will be thick, white, and maybe triple in volume. 
Add the vanilla extract and 1 T. water and beat till combined. Your marshmallow batter will be very sticky. Spoon it into the prepared pan and let it stand uncovered overnight. 
If you don't mind a sticky mess (or if you need an excuse to give your kids a bath) you can let your kids go to town with the bowl, whisk, and such. It makes you very popular with your kids for at least a few minutes.
This was our kids last year enjoying the marshmallow scrapings
When you're ready to cut the marshmallows the next day, ease your huge chunk of fluffy goodness out onto a cutting board dusted with powdered sugar. I must admit that cutting something this sticky isn't easy, and we've experimented with some different methods through the years. Our best success is by using some kitchen scissors which we wet occasionally to make the process smoother. Cut it into squares and dust them with powdered sugar. 
We also like to dust some of our marshmallows with baking cocoa or toasted coconut. (I just toast my coconut in a non-stick skillet on the stove. But keep an eye on it--those lovely sweetened flecks can burn in a hurry!) 
  
Because they don't have any eggs (as some marshmallow recipes do), you can just store these in an airtight container for a few days. 

Enjoy! (And may these wonderful little pieces give you just one more thing to be grateful for this Thanksgiving...)

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The Joy of Having a 2 Year Old

It was Monday and I had been buried in laundry up to my eyebrows and tending an infant who doesn't nap so well. By the time Cameron got home, I was frazzled and all too happy to take him up on an offer of a nice bubble bath while he put the kids to bed. (Dang, I got a good husband!)

However, before I could even make it to the tub, the true highlight of the day came when Grace plopped her soggy-diapered bottom on top of Cameron's face (he was laying on the floor trying to relax) and announced, "I'm sitting on Daddy's head." She proceeded to sing a song and look at a book and pretend that such behavior was completely normal. (Now might be a good time to mention that not only is Cameron a good husband, he is an extremely tolerant father with such antics.)
Such moments comprise the joy of having a 2-year-old with a budding sense of humor. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

The Law of Decreasing Intelligence

Lately I like to quip about what our life will be like in another 13 years when we have three teenage girls under one roof. Then I had an experience that prompted me to just be grateful we've had three girls in a row. I call the principle the Law of Decreasing Intelligence.

It was a lovely fall day, and I had decided to take the kids to a local living history sort of farm to see the animals and enjoy the nice autumn weather. When it was time to go Jake and a friend were engrossed by a serious Lego construction project. So I invited Jake's friend to join us on our outing.

I wasn't sure if I was delusional or Supermom for taking five kids under the age of seven out in public. But away we went, and it all was going well enough. Once we got to the farm I noticed the boys collecting several sticks. They started out using the sticks for little sword fights. But soon the sticks were used to poke at the goats. Then they were catapulted into the chicken cages and a couple of the fowl narrowly avoided being clonked by raining missiles. I couldn't get the kids on to the next thing quickly enough.

And thus I realized that while Jake by himself might make reasonably good decisions, if he is paired with another little boy the sum total of their intelligence decreases.
In a few more years I will have three teenage girls and perhaps I will need to seek shelter from the hormones and melodrama. For now I'll just be grateful for only one son and only occasional subjection to the Law of Decreasing Intelligence.