09 Sep Mad for Mallows
I forgot to make the marshmallows. My four-year-old nephew, Alexander, was quick to remind me of this, as I had promised to create this confectionery delight with him and his twin brother Zachary. The gaffe could potentially launch me toward the seventh-circle of Aunt Hell, so I best remember to grab the ingredients this weekend.
The idea of homemade marshmallows intrigues me, as I sampled them after lunch at Jean Georges one afternoon, and marveled at how soft and wonderful they were — no marshmallow I had ever sampled tasted like that. I have visions of ones with herbed flavors, in all sorts of colors: pink, green, cocoa, and blue (per Zachary’s request). I’ll let you know how things turn out. The recipe I’m working from is here. (Note: page appears slightly funky.)
And if you happen to be intrigued by the story behind the founding of this magazine, and background regarding our upcoming commercial for Go Daddy, see my interview with the Atlasphere.