Luca has asked to go camping. He wants to make a fire and he wants to sleep in a tent. We've said summer's not far off. A few times now.
In the meantime, he's seen Jay Laga'aia and children on TV with marshmallows on sticks. 'What are those white things called?', he asked.
Marshmallows are not high on my list of things to make. But I'm not about to buy any.
Junk food doesn't have to be junk. Made with unrefined sugar and gorgeous eggs from FIG, it's not junk out of a packet. It's a treat. Even better, he's learning about sugar dissolving in water, what a sugar thermometer does and what happens when you beat egg whites.
Pillowy soft squares of homemade marshmallow. Straight on the barbecue.
We stood on the decking under a cold dark sky and toasted our squares. Burnt bits of sugar and melting goo underneath.
I didn't think I would, but I went back for more.
Guess who stopped at one and turned his nose up? 'Daddy, can you make them nicer next time?'.
I can't wait to go camping now and take a tin of these with us.
From the River Cottage Family Cookbook. I love Hugh. Don't you?
Psst, have you thrown your name in the hat for some organic cacao and coconut goodies?
