By The Cup Assorted Dehydrated Cereal Marshmallow Bits, 1 Pound Bulk Bag

Ordered for a birthday gift, and recipient loves them. The marshmallows taste just like those from Lucky Charms. I was a bit concerned (based on reading reviews) that there might be a lot of dust in the bag due to the marshmallows getting squished in packing and shipping. Happily the bag seems to have had a gentle trip as there was less than a quarter cup of marshmallow dust. None of the marshmallows were stuck together from either being old or melting in the heat in a warehouse somewhere, nor were they stale. Ordered another bag to use for adding to cookies, brownies, pancakes (for the younger nieces and nephews when they visit), oatmeal, yogurt, for topping cakes and cupcakes, or livening up a bowl of plain cornflakes.

This is an honest confession. Let’s start with this. I’m in my 40s. I should know better. My mother should know better. I thought she loves me. Well, she does, but she obviously didn’t think through consequences for this whole deal. One day, she “happened” to pull out marshmallows when on an overnight visit. She knows I am a sugar junky and bought these, knowing I’d enjoy the treat. She always shows her love best with her cooking and baking, so I wasn’t suspicious. I thanked her for introducing me to the delicious little bits of sweet sugary goodness and marveled how they tasted just like the real deal charms. I’m pretty sure I ate very little cereal with my marshmallows that morning, but she was ok with it because it was a treat. A little later, I hugged her and went home, reminiscing about the good times on our visit and how much I’d miss her till the next time. The next morning I was pouring my cereal and started feeling jittery. By day three I was in full-on DT mode. I went to a quiet corner of the house and secretly placed an Amazon order. Two days later, I was pacing waiting for the mail. I just “happened” to be close by the front door when my eagerly anticipated package arrived. I sent my husband and son out on an errand and set to work.Not wanting to let a single mallow of my precious stash grow stale, I put these in Ball jars. (13. 13 gloriously vacuum-sealed pint-and-a-half jars using a jar sealer attachment. Vacuum sealing really does keep them from being stale looking and tasting. (Oh, and I also got a pint jar of marshmallow dust, weighing in at 6 ounces, to top my ice cream with and to add to cake batter, or ahem, just to eat by the spoonful). It weighs in at 12.5% dust per total volume of bag contents, in case you’re wondering. You’re welcome. I took all of these jars, stuck them on the highest shelf with something else in front. When my little one is not around, I celebrate a life worth living with these yummy bits.Fast forward a few months. I was upstairs and was jolted suddenly by the house being suspiciously quiet – where were the sounds of toddler destruction? (When it’s quiet, I worry. If you have kids, you can empathize). I searched the house room by room for the devastation, breathing a sigh of relief after each room but at the same time growing increasingly uneasy… till I got to the kitchen. I grew panicky and weak in the knees when I saw a step stool in front of one cabinet, MY CABINET, with a barstool right beside it. Turns out, the stepstool hadn’t been high enough to do the trick, but the barstool was perfect for getting a 3 year old up onto the counter to get into the cupboard. And there was my son, sitting at the island, a half-empty jar of marshmallows nestled between his legs (under the counter to hide it from view, of course). That’s how it all started. We have created a monster. What’s going on in our household now is traumatic and I don’t want to go into it. You can’t put the contents of Pandora’s box back. I hope I can forgive my mom (jk, but the road to the underworld IS paved with good intentions). WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T LET YOUR KIDS KNOW THAT THESE EXIST. You’ve been warned.

Why else would you buy this many pounds of dehydrated marshmallows unless you knew you loved them. They are always good for every occasion. They are not very sturdy so don’t go crushing them unless that is your goal (strange goal). They are perfect to eat plain or in cereal. They were sealed up tight and the normal size for these. They smell of sugar and no wonder because they are sugar.

I'm at the age where I need more fiber in my diet. I try to eat cereal with high fiber, but most of them taste terrible. Kashi, for example, tastes like sticks and twigs... until you add some marshmallows! Not a lot, but enough to give the sticks & twigs some flavor.

These are fresh, crispy and sweet

Taste just like the ones in Lucky Charms brand cereal. They were fresh and crisp! I have tried these in so many different cereals and it just makes the cereal taste 10x better. And because I’m an adult I can just eat a bowl of marshmallow with milk when I want. I just ordered a 2nd bag! So happy I don’t have to buy Lucky charms cereal just to pick out the marshmallows anymore.

Just like the marshmallows in cereal!

I was so excited to see this bag of crazy colored dried marshmallows and marshmallow dust! The true test is the taste test right? Right. So we cut it open and each grabbed a handful. The room was quiet save the squeaky crunchy noises coming out of each of our closed mouths. We all looked at each other and someone started laughing. Then another, then another, everyone was laughing hysterically and pointing at me like I'd brought a live chicken to the break room, then one person took a poll: What does this taste like to you? she asked each of us. We each in turn answered her question. One person said they tasted like colored cornstarch. The next person said they tasted like crunchy dry canned air. I said they'd make great sidewalk chalk -- if you had super tiny fingers. The answers got funnier and funnier until no one could speak from laughing so hard. We finally voted and settled on, "They taste like a combination of dryer lint and snozzberries." I must have gotten an old bag or a total dud -- wah wah -- it was still fun to try!