I made it so much that my mother said I burned out the motor on her KitchenAid. Delightful, sweet little puffs with a barely firm exterior, meltingly smooth on the inside. When I was in high school I got onto a divinity making jag and could churn out the fluffy stuff. The other thing I took for granted was divinity. After I moved to Seattle I learned that if I tried the above steps with a beautiful angora sweaterdress that I'd gotten for my birthday, by the third day I'd have a soggy sweaterdress that had mildewed. One was that if I handwashed a sweater, rolled it in a towel and squeezed all the excess moisture out, then laid it on another dry towel, in a day I'd have a dry sweater. Growing up in an arid desert climate I took two things for granted. Not just the temperature and whether or not it's going to snow, but I track the humidity. My family laughs at me because I've become such a weather nerd.
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