I believe this may be the single most perfect marshmallow toasting I have ever achieved. Lightly golden brown, molten all the way through.

This is also pretty much the exact moment when I learned that the teeny tiny fuzzy bits of yarn that stick out of floofy yarn to make that halo will singe and curl up at far far lower temperatures than you’d think. But now I have smoke-scented knitted marshmallows, so no regrets on my end.

They went out to folks yesterday, but I’m planning to send it out at least once more before the end of the year, so do that thing if you missed them and suddenly find you want to have a marshmallow fight (like a snowball fight, but cozier).