Making marshmallows always terrified me. Even though I was one of those kids who made spun sugar and mousses and gateaux and all sorts of pastries I couldn’t even pronounce, I never attempted marshmallows. Maybe it was the gelatine or just that they looked so intimidating! But one day, my sister casually flipped open one of my mom’s recipe books and at the age of 11, made a batch of the fluffiest, pristine coconut marshmallows I’d ever seen! They were just perfect. And I was jealous.