Dagny was the first to go vegetarian. Shortly after we moved into this house almost 9 years ago we decided to have a barbecue. Suddenly Dagny was hit with the idea that the cows who live next door could smell the meat cooking on our grill. I followed shortly after, having always leaned in that direction, and Rowan followed as soon as she made the connection between meat and animals.
Anyway, all that to say the three of us have been vegetarian for 8-9 years. It’s been easy for all of us, as the idea of not being vegetarian just grosses us out. We have, however, had one big problem. Marshmallows. How to live without that sticky goodness? What’s a campfire without a toasted marshmallow? What’s better than air-puffed sugar delights for secret eating?
We’ve been on a mission. Somewhere, there must be a vegetarian marshmallow that isn’t a blob of white goop. A marshmallow you can stab with a stick and hold in the fire til it’s puffed up and golden and full of gooey goodness.