. . . goes the marshmallow. We just finished our outdoor fireplace/back patio area this winter and have been virtually living by the fire. Sooo nice, but not for the waistline- s’mores have become our neighborhood Sunday night staple and guess who treats herself to pre- and post-nibbles? Yours truly. Have you scene the Campfire brand ones that are like, the size of your face? Hilarious. I recommend not roasting those- they’re a fire hazard when wielded by toddlers.

As an homage to my and my bride’s marshmallow addiction, we’re passing these Bang Candy Company gourmet marshmallows this Spring as a parting favor for a Nashville bride of ours. These puffs trump Kraft’s version any day. Left are chocolate chili and right are toasted coconut . . . and such cute packaging.