My mother has discovered marshmallows. She is pan-melting mini marsmallows by the pack and covering them with walnuts, sesame seeds or puffed rice grains to attempt to create the not-too-sweet candies dipped in childhood memories of growing up in China.
They were right. Nostalgia can be dangerous. And now my house is filled with pans of sesame and rice candy.
Okay, okay, maybe the takeover of chinese candy may not be the worst thing in the world. You can probably see that from the fact I am shoving handfuls in my mouth right now.