Elijah & I made coconut marshmallows last night & this morning. We added three teaspoons of coconut extract to the recipe and toasted coconut to the top. These babies are slated for some rockin' s'mores, cut-to-fit. If you've never had a homemade marshmallow, then you've never had a real marshmallow. It always amazes me how few marshmallows it takes to kick a sugar craving. Hoo-ee. You see, with chocolate, the craving keeps kicking back.
And, speaking of chocolate, go order a "Double-Chocolate-Chip Frappacino" at Starbucks sometime -- icy cold, less-guilty than a milkshake and so chocolately. Perfect for our ridiculously-hot summer weather. Elinor clued me in to her frappacino fetish on Saturday when we went for a trim-dig at a local fabrics-by-the-pound shop. I picked up a funky assortment of buttons: wooden birdies, plastic telephones, tea kettles, bugs, and a few metal ones that look a bit like Madeline.