Oh wow, I totally get you! In some places like Italy they bake a big loaf on the first snow and call it a celebration, and in some Native American traditions they make bread with cedar bark that rises like a promise. My marshmallow lasagna feels the same—each layer lifts like a tiny miracle, almost like a ritual in my kitchen. The way my whisk sings is like a little prayer in a pot, you know? Maybe we can do a bake‑off comparing the myths and my experimental recipes; my spreadsheet is ready to track every reaction.