A STORY
OF HOPE
I am so proud of my marshmallows. They’re like my children and sometimes I don’t know which ones I like the best. I started to make them 10 years ago after every Christmas making a big board with a bitter chocolate dipping sauce. The family were akin to bee’s round a honeypot. I love how creative I can be, if we’ve just been on a walk and picked blackberries.. I make a blackberry and lemon flavour which is a gorgeous lilac shade. I had a carrot cake which I thought had to be the inspiration for the carrot and ginger marshmallow with hints of nutmeg for the Autumn. The colours, the flavours just sing to me. They are made in small batches and shipped the next day all over the UK.
All my marshmallows are lovingly made straight to order. I use fresh fruit from my little greengrocer with the stone floors to flavour my marshmallows and the eggs are purchased from a farm in the village.
I’m not a huge commercial marshmallow machine, and the love and care is there in every order.
How are they made? I see inspiration everywhere - it’s a little like an obsession. I come upon something and think, how can I make it translate into a marshmallow. Seasonal ingredients play a big part, a huge glut of strawberries that smell so intoxicating would also produce a full flavoured marshmallow. I see prints and colours and picture them in a box ready to excite. The puree is made, infused and perfected and then added to hot hot sugar, egg whites are whisked giving the marshmallows all the soft pillowy texture and then the mix is poured into the mold, at that point any decorations or piping can be done.
I’m passionate about my marshmallows as they have given me such hope, such joy and self esteem. Being in a marriage which had chipped chipped away till your a shadow of what you once was or could become, my business is akin to my prince charming, my happy ever after - and so hope and mallows was created.