True marshmallow - and I'm not talking about those ones from a bag - is nothing more than an Italian meringue set with gelatin.
With a few exceptions, birds are not to be trusted; it is not normal to have such soft, vulnerable bodies bookended with slashing beaks and razor-sharp claws. It is as unnatural as an armed marshmallow.
Every two months, I allow myself a splurge day where I eat thick, doughy pizza from Pizzeria Uno or an ice cream sundae from my store with birthday-cake ice cream, Marshmallow Fluff, and toppings mixed in.
I have a heart of gold, but I'm really a marshmallow in my heart.
See, behind all my tough, rough exterior is basically a marshmallow, maybe a pussycat. But not a wimp!
I always felt stupid at the skate park. Everyone else is just wiping out and getting hurt, but they didn't even have helmets and knee pads - and I'm over here looking like some kind of marshmallow. I felt so ridiculous.
I love chocolate. Black chocolate with marshmallow inside, caramel inside. If I could only have two foods, I'd take some fantastic chocolate. And some terrible chocolate. I love the Clark Bar.
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Narrator: September 28th, 1997. It is exactly 11am. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Félix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacré Coeur, the nuns are practising their backhand. The temperature is 24°C, humidity
70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.