52/365

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Scary, isn't it?

Today I did something really weird but really fun. I demonstrated to two of my mother's classes how to make marshmallows. Why? Because I'm an expert. I made them once and watched Alton Brown make them once. So I'm by and large the best one for the job.


I told mom that I wanted to be introduced as BDubb but I don't think she was listening.


Look at this fancy mirror! I bet Rachel Ray didn't have this when she started out.


This picture scares me. What kind of people are going to sit and watch me try to avoid awkward silences? High school people, that's what kind. Scary high school people. I don't know how my mom does it.

I tried to avoid the line, "When I was in high school..." but it found its way out once or twice. Oh well.


Here's the set up. I didn't want to mess up or forget anything.

How embarrassing would that be?

Most of you know that I am very meticulous when I cook. I read and re-read the directions.

But did you know that when you're talking the entire time and trying to be engaging and witty and soooo cooooool that maybe you might forget to add some ingredients?

Okay, one ingredient.

But sometimes one ingredient doesn't really make a difference in taste.

Unless your making marshmallows and that ingredient is sugar.


Yep. All these kids watched me forget to put in the sugar and not realize it until they left.


And all THESE kids watched me forget to put in the salt and not realize it until they left.

It was stressful!!


But it was really fun. This kind fella helped me pass out samples of plain marshmallows and chocolate dipped marshmallows. Then he helped me wash all the dishes! I asked him if he'd be my husband. Then I freaked out and got all flustered and said I mean be my ASSISTANT but it was too late.

I'm engaged.

He wants to be a chef and go to the Culinary Institute in New York. So to all you New Yorkers...guess I'm comin' back!

But only on one condition.


You forgive me for never ever taking off this brilliant footwear. My boots and I, we just cannot part.


Here is the finished product. Part II. Part I went straight into the trash. Sugarless marshmallows are NOT the diet food of the future. Part II is much more fun anyway, because some of mother's smart kiddo's asked if we could put food coloring in them. They wanted to make them red and cut them into hearts like the Queen of Hearts in Alice in Wonderland. I said, "Awesome! Let's do that!" and then I made them a green square. SIKES! I like to build them up only to tear them down.

So, all in all it was a good day. And my mom is amazing. And I'm going to stick to cooking in my own kitchen without the watchful eyes of sugar-craving teenagers.