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Laura's Candy
www.lcandy.com
"Actually, when we were dating, my husband once gave me a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and a package of chocolate chips—he knew they were my favorite thing. I can't say that first batch of marshmallows I made with my kids turned out great, but it showed promise. We just kind of played around after that, and my kids inspired me to try different flavors. We made some with mini M&Ms, sprinkles, all kinds of things. But I never thought this could be a business. I started giving them as gifts to friends and neighbors, but it's one thing when your friends and family are telling you: These are great! And another to imagine someone you don't know spending money on the thing. But I was just making them and making them, and then one day my husband came to me and he was like, What are you doing? We literally had Tupperware boxes on every counter just stuffed with marshmallows. I was like, Oh, we're having fun! We're making s'mores!"
The question, however, got Dhuyvetter thinking. "I had just seen a lady selling bread in Mankato at our local farmers' market, and I thought, Well. I wonder if I could." Dhuyvetter contacted the farmers' market manager and set a date. She waited until her parents came to town for a visit, to give her courage and help with the kids, and headed off to the market with her sweet treats. "The first person who came up and bought my marshmallows, I had to catch myself from saying, 'Are you sure?'" remembers Dhuyvetter. "And it just kind of bloomed from there."
As demand for the marshmallows grew, choices had to be made: If Dhuyvetter wanted to sell them anywhere but her local farmers' market, she had to work in a commercial kitchen, which would mean hours away from the family. At first she had the idea that her youngest, then a year and a half old, could nap in a portable crib while she made her marshmallows—but that didn't fly, as he woke up every time she ran the mixer. (Making marshmallows is largely an issue of whipping and gelling molten sugar.) Dhuyvetter ended up putting her youngest in daycare, the only one of her kids who went that route. She established a website, www.lcandy.com, and the business took off. While she started Laura's Candy offering caramel, brittles, and other sweets, it was the marshmallows that really sold like gangbusters.
Dhuyvetter's marshmallows are big, soft, pillowy things that come eight to a package. They look something like a pan of brownies, in that they're sold all together in a sort of loaf of precut squares. She makes a classic "Very Vanilla," which tastes—well, it's hard to compare a marshmallow to anything but a supermarket marshmallow, as marshmallows are inherently little more than sugar and air, but as marshmallows go, Laura's Candy's marshmallows go better: They're fresher tasting, cleaner, sweeter, purer—kind of like the difference between really cold, crisp spring water and water that's been sitting in a glass on the counter all day. They're both water, but you can tell the difference.
This difference probably hinges on Dhuyvetter's recipes, which she developed through lots of late-night tinkering. I can't tell you her trade secrets, mainly because I don't understand them, but I can tell you that she developed a special way to gel her marshmallows that doesn't rely solely on traditional gelatin. In addition to Very Vanilla, she makes an ever-changing array of seasonal and special flavors, including Almondy Amaretto, Jumpin' Jack Daniels, Pineapple Coconut, Cranberry Orange, Pumpkin, Perfectly Peppermint (perfect in hot chocolate), and a striking, black, Valrhona-cocoa-dusted Double Dark Chocolate.