Monday, March 4, 2013
Recipe 75 - Veganizing Hostess Sno-balls
Let's start off this blog by my telling you - if I EVER have to deal with marshmallow again - remind me why I don't want to do it! (I'll be dealing with it again - just remind me of the past two weeks enough that I start crying as I prepare the stuff.)
I've decided I detest working with marshmallow. Why? I dislike the mess it makes. It's just ick. I cleaned for a half an hour after this veganization.. (it was worse than last week's!) I was a mess (even my hair got into the mess - meaning, why wasn't I wearing a ponytail with my headscarf?) Noo.. instead I was pushing it back and leaving traces of marshmallow in my hair. (No my sno-balls are not tainted with my hair, my hair was tainted with vegan marshmallow!)
No matter - lets get started.
I opted to do cupcakes because it only made sense. If I flipped those buggers around I could fill them.
I had considered making my own marshmallow until I found the bag of Dandies on sale at the store - I thought - "ok, I'm not really in the mood, so we'll melt these".
Once those were melted and whipped around, I attempted to utilize my injector. Now, here's a blonde moment for you (and I'm relatively smart): I sucked up the marshmallow fluff icing whatevertheheck into my injector, thinking it'd smoothly eep out inside my cupcakes.
Somebody slap me?! Stuff got stuck in the mid part of the injector. I was so mad.
I had to concoct an icing injector from a plastic bag.
Several hand washes (and probably some dirty words) later - I had injected those stupid things.
Once that was done, the bigger mess came. I colored my whippy marshmallow mess with some pink color and started to move on to cover the injected cupcakes.
Upon finishing that, I covered them in pink coconut shavings.
Then - I ate one.
Hopefully my mother and sister enjoy them though. This one is for them.
I should have gotten a picture of my countertop and floor at the end of the marshmallow eruption. I took a deep breath and started cleaning.
Then propped my feet up on the couch and finished my night with kitty cuddles and Mirror Mirror.
(Seems that's the way I spend most Saturdays anymore - I need a life).
Regardless, with this one done - it's time to visit our friend Debbie.
(Right now my boss is cringing at that name).
We'll talk about Debbie and what she possibly could have in common with the African Veldt - - later this week.
Stay tuned, and stay sticky..
Music enjoyed while blogging:
Not a darn thing
Reality in the form of company.
Anyone have any ideas on how to organize a very un-organized basement?