Know what would make working this afternoon so much better? A pile of chocolate-covered sea salt caramels, with just a touch of fleur de sel on top.
Know what would make working this afternoon so much better? A pile of chocolate-covered sea salt caramels, with just a touch of fleur de sel on top.
You. Are. Evil. I did not know that such a thing existed.
Also: my Joy of Cooking has a recipe for saltwater taffy. I could make my own. (Yes, in my copious amounts of spare time. Right after the preserves. And the fruitcake).
Go out side, walk west along St Viateur, and on the left/south (I think?) side of the street is Les Chocolats Genevieve Grandbois (I think the civic number is 162; anyway, it’s about halfway to Arahova if I remember correctly). You want a fleur de sel caramel. Oh, yes you do. It’s not cheap, but it is goooooood. And one is absolutely enough.
We should do a taffy pull party once it snows.
SO EVIL. I might well stop by there tomorrow.
And a taffy pull sounds like a fantastic idea!
Now I want to start planning a Christmas party. I’d try a cookie exchange, but I know a lot of people are already in one, and that’s a lotta cookies.
I am in a cookie exchange already, but there is no such thing as too many cookies!
Make a rule that the cookies have to be freezable, and then we’ve got cookies for months! Months I tells ya! Mwahaha!
(And yes, A, you are Eevil.)
This from my reading on the train this morning…
“…Violet was clipping creamy bits of toffee from a long, silvery twist…”
The entire universe is against me.
(I love the image, though. It makes me want to make my own toffees more than ever.)
Ceri: “I love the image, though. It makes me want to make my own toffees more than ever . . .
. . . and then share them with my friends.”
That’s what you meant to say, right? The Comments page must have cut you off. It does that sometimes.
Cookies and taffy… mmm…
*sigh*
Yes, I can totally make cookies and taffy in my copious amounts of spare time. I’ll just do it after my two sixteen-hour shifts next week. :P
Pasley, Pasley, Pasley…
You are ruining the surprise.
(What, after all, would I do with several pounds of toffee all to myself?)