Thereâs an argument to be made that there is no piece of packaging more joyful than that of a bag of marshmallows.
You almost always know what youâre getting inside, and it feels like a cozy, fluffy pillow made of, well, marshmallows. Just the sight of them evokes the sticky-sweet nostalgia of long-gone summers spent huddled around the campfire, complete with that survivalist-light mission to find sticks long and thin enough in the surrounding nearby woods that will serve as a vehicle to roasted perfection.
