A LI’L SOMETHING SWEET: CLOUD NINE MARSHMALLOWS

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For as long as I can remember, I have loved marshmallows.  They remind me of rainy days and board games, crunchy leaves and bonfires, and snow-caked gloves and frozen, welly-booted toes.

Indulgently sticky and goo-like in my hot chocolate, smooshy centred and crispy coated, squished between crackers and chocolate at our bonfires, dipped in fondue chocolate on Christmas Eve, they’ve always been perfect to me…until I found Murphy.

The mister wasn’t a fan of marshmallows.  He finds them too sickly and sweet, and so when I gushed that we were going to be reviewing the notorious Cloud Nine Marshmallows, he was clueless.  When I told him that the super talent behind the label had compared herself to Walt in Breaking Bad, he was curious.

An immaculate white parcel arrived at the hands of our dedicated [read:exhausted] postman, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I opened it alone, silently, in the kitchen.  Remember, I have boys.  Boys are like locusts.  I now have three indiscriminate munchers under the age of five, who would no doubt enjoy them, but not give me any feedback other than one befitting a well known Oliver Twist scene.

So I hid, and held my breath….

….and I smiled. So widely.

These were not regular marshmallows.  These were the daydream-perfect, clasp your hands together in glee, “mine-all-mine” invoking, where-am-I-going-to-hide-these panic inducing, bite sized, pure luxury marshmallows.  It’s been a whole week and I’m still dreaming about them.  I don’t think I can imagine a celebration without them now.

You see, real marshmallows are not like the ones in the supermarket.  Real marshmallows do not taste of sugary nothingness, as lovely as my hot chocolate drinks have been with them sprinkled on top.  Real ones are moist and light, and carry exquisite flavours with them, if they are made by a culinary genius like Murphy.

I’ve always considered marshmallows as a cold weather food – but Murphy’s Cloud Nine homemade creations burst with the happiness of every season, and they taste heavenly.  Salted caramel?  Pistachio and white chocolate[imagine Lyoto’s delight as his favourite food became a marshmallow!]?  Creme de violette [My mum is really excited for these but I’ve told her she has to wait until Mother’s day]? All made with natural flavourings [although not suitable for vegetarians] and presented in the chicest of packaging for gifting, for showing off in your kitchen, or for casually presenting in front of people you’d like to impress 😉

This Valentine’s Day, Cloud Nine Marshmallows are offering double raspberry Valentine hearts, and champagne and strawberry special editions for gifting to your special someone.

I’ve learned so much this week, and I want to thank Murphy and Cloud Nine Marshmallows.  Firstly,  I had no idea that I was an elitist.  Yet I am.  I am now a marshmallow elitist.  All marshmallows are not created equal.

Secondly, my history knowledge has expanded hugely!  There are marshmallow plants?!  This means that marshmallows constitute one of my five a day.  Maybe more if I can eat enough [and I’m sure I could].  I’m also thinking that I could manage to get a marshmallow sampling session into the history curriculum at school when I teach about the Egyptians.

Finally, in etymology, I learned what an althaiophobe is.  I am not one. Never have been, and definitely now never will be.  If you think you are, or you know someone who is, call Cloud Nine Marshmallows this Valentine’s day – they will cure it.