When you're in school, free time is not really free time. There's always a test to be studying for or a paper to be working on. Feeling liberated by my graduated freedom, I decided I finally had time to explore my inner Betty Crocker this Christmas. I called my Grandparents and got the recipes I needed. I figured I would take a Saturday and bust out 5 different Christmas Candies from my childhood to make goody plates for our friends. Little did I realize how much time and effort baking actually takes...
As an aside...I don't claim to be a perfect domestic house-wife by any means. Our blog isn't really a means of showcasing our cute perfect little lives. Don't get me wrong... it's pretty awesome. Just far from perfect. I could have posted the finished pictures only, and maybe fooled a few of you... but if you really know me, you wouldn't have been fooled.
So, despite 3 additional evenings and a kitchen and table covered in ingredients and dishes... The results were miraculous... I was still alive and our apartment hadn't burned down! Oh, and the candies tasted pretty good too.
My favorite may have been the toffee... if it would have turned out. I tried, and failed. With Grandpa on the phone and everything. (I'm gonna need a personal lesson for that one). So instead, Grandpa's peanut brittle took the cake! It turned out a little darker than his... but still sooo good. WAY more peanuts than candy. Mmm... maybe I'll make some more this week.
Next post: The Making of the Candies!
I loved this poem so much I read it outloud to Jon... twice.
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