12:10 pm- With Nixon sleeping in his crib, I ventured into the kitchen and went to work taking out the ingredients and warming up the butter and marshmallow mixture.
12:20- I was in the middle of mixing the warm marshmallows and butter mixture when I heard Nixon begin to cry.... Being a new mom that shutters to the sound of her baby crying- I stopped mid stir and ran to his rescue.
12:50- With a full belly, Nixon rested in my arms not wanting to be put down while I re-heated the mixture and began to stir...this time it being almost impossible with one hand- quite the arm workout! One handed, I tipped the rice crispee cereal in the mixture and tried stirring it in a bowl only to realize my bowl was too small and it came pouring over the bowl and all onto the counter top. Oops!
1:00- with the bowl overflowing of sticky marshmallows mess and rice crispees spread all across the counter, I grabbed another bowl with my sticky marshmallow hand and attempted to transfer the now hardened mixture into a larger one to finish stirring and then transfered it again to a glass dish...not an easy task for the one handed.
1:15- With one batch finished, I starting the process over (one handed)... lets just say it was nearly impossible yet a humorous balancing act.
1:20- Fed-ex man at the door- my hands covered in marshmallow goo and literally stuck to the wooden spoon...I opted to ignore it.
1:45- Nixon is hungry AGAIN...time to feed.
2:20- Continued where I left off now with Nixon now in a sling.
2:45- Phone rings and I run to get it stepping on melted marshmallow goo that had fallen onto the floor. I then scramble to rinse my foot off in the sink to only run over it again while running to the phone. I missed the phone call.
3:15- Tried cutting treats with a heart cut out... nearly impossible to do.
3:45- Giving up after cutting out 30 hearts I finished cutting them with a bread knife.
4:00- Finished. Exaughisted. Time to clean up the disaster mess... after taking a few photos of course.
How did a 20 minute recipe turn into a 4 hour mess?