October 14, 2010
Rosemary marshmallow squares Total time: 20 minutes, plus cooling time Servings: 12 1/2 cup (1 stick) butter 1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh rosemary 1 (16-ounce) bag plain marshmallows 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/4 teaspoon kosher salt 1 (12-ounce) box crisped rice cereal 1. In a large sauté pan heated over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the rosemary and stir until the rosemary is coated. 2. Stir in the marshmallows, and continue to stir until the marshmallows melt and mix with the butter, about 5 minutes.
December 11, 2009 |
Eight miles south of the White House, a crowd gathered under a giant inflatable yellow chick Thursday to welcome the nation's first emporium devoted to Peeps, a fluffy marshmallow candy that has attained cult-like status. Most of the store's Peeps-branded products were inedible. So is the candy, critics would say. "There's something mystical about Peeps," said Matthew Beals, a New York filmmaker who has shot a 45-minute documentary about people obsessed with the spongy bunnies and chicks.
April 8, 2009 |
Every spring as a kid, I reveled in the same Easter basket filled with store-bought candy that all of the other kids in the neighborhood tore into: plastic eggs stuffed with foil-wrapped, peanut butter-filled chocolates, marshmallows machine-molded into pink bunnies and yellow chicks, and jelly beans nestled with tiny, speckled malted milk eggs in whorls of green plastic grass. But somewhere along the path to adulthood, I realized my basket could be so much more.
July 16, 2007 |
As they skip into downtown L.A.'s All Peoples Christian Center, Cinthia and Cathy Acosta shine in comparison to the muddy chain-link fences and endless concrete covering the neighborhood. The sisters are dressed impeccably: poufy white ballerina dresses, perfectly sculpted Goldilocks curls and hazel eyes reminiscent of porcelain dolls.
January 13, 2007 |
POSTMODERN irony as the literary stance of the cool, the hip and the in-demand may be dead if first-time novelist Amy Wallen has anything to do with it. "MoonPies and Movie Stars," her comic, Southern-flavored novel about a woman and the fierce love she carries for her wayward adopted daughter, is anything but ubercool. It features over-the-top characters, a wild plot and hilarious scenes and yet is surprisingly poignant.
June 26, 2006 |
The Fluff war of 2006 began innocently enough, when 8-year-old Nathaniel Barrios asked one of his daddies to make him a Fluffernutter, his new favorite sandwich from school. State Sen. Jarrett T. Barrios was indignant. He and his partner run a healthy household. Since when was one of their two sons eating peanut butter and Marshmallow Fluff?
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November 25, 2005 |
It was a good Thanksgiving for Marshmallow. While his trussed and roasted brethren were adorning holiday tables across the country, the white-feathered bird strutted and gobbled atop crystal stairs on the leading float of Disneyland's Thanksgiving Parade. One of two turkeys "pardoned" this week by President Bush, Marshmallow was named the parade's grand marshal, an honor tied to the park's 50th anniversary.
June 3, 2005 |
The parents of a sixth-grader who choked to death on marshmallows while playing a classroom game of "chubby bunny" settled their lawsuit in Chicago against a suburban school district for $2 million. The settlement came in the second week of a trial over the 1999 death of 12-year-old Catherine Fish. Her parents had sought unspecified damages. "This case was never about money," said the family's lawyer, Francis Patrick Murphy.
July 20, 2004 |
If the boys at the Department of Defense haven't yet earmarked a few billion for tactical marshmallow research, they're overlooking what could be one of the most potent weapons in the American arsenal. It's a startling conclusion, for sure, but one I feel qualified to draw, having personally witnessed a violent demonstration of the marshmallow's capabilities during a Boy Scout campfire. About a dozen of us had just finished supper. It was already dark.
February 11, 2004 |
Pale and soft, you'll see them in the shape of fat, powdery pastel cubes tucked into a cellophane bag as a souvenir from Paris. They show up at the fanciest confectioners as long, rectangular spears in pretty taffy colors -- pale yellow, minty green, lilac -- looking almost like flowers displayed in a vase. You almost don't want to eat them. Or they might be pure white, melted into the top of a berry crumble at a Beverly Hills restaurant, the edges browned, melty, a little chewy.