Marshmallows!!

A week ago on Saturday afternoon I made my way back to my room after helping one of the sisters clean out her office (who asked for that job!) and right by my bedroom door was a package waiting for me. It was something from my friend, Rosi, who is one of the most generous people I know.  A few days before I left home, Rosi gave me a bag of “specialty” marshmallows for my trip to Idaho. I thanked her and told her they probably wouldn’t even last till then. They didn’t. Back in my room, I opened the package and discovered…MARSHMALLOWS!!

Nearly everyone knows I’m a marshmallow addict. I make no apologies for it. There’s something heavenly about the texture and the taste. I’m trying to ration the marshmallows Rosi sent. This is a little easier now that I’ve located some “suppliers” in Cottonwood: S. Chantelle famous for her heavenly hash and the monastery cooks who whipped up ambrosia this past week. At the monastery, marshmallows abound!

If I were a poet, I’d write a very profound and meaningful poem about marshmallows; instead I’ll just eat some.