I had quite a busy weekend. I made these:
This was a rather labor-intensive process which started with this fine mess:
Which if you can’t tell is a mass of marshmallow that I made. Several hours later, I craftily created these from said mass:
Then I whipped up a batch of these:
Which are, obviously, graham cracker hearts. Not satisfied with that, I further whipped up these:
Carmelized Sugar Tuilles–pretty, no? (And pretty fragile)
Then I assembled all of the ingredients, melted some chocolate chips in a baggie and squeezed the shit out of it all over my creations. But artistically, of course.
After all that work I am left with the four Valentine S’mores. What shall I do with them? (I’ve already eaten all the broken bits, so don’t direct them to my stomach).
My thinking is–because I was brought up with the instinct to professionalize all of my interests–that I’ll sell them. Wrap each one in pretty red cellophane and tie with a bow. Take them down the road and up to the High Street–”Please, miss, won’t you buy my Valentine S’mores?”
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