January 20, 2012 by Amy

burned

19:365Today I used a candy thermometer for the first time in an attempt to make caramels for M's pending 40th birthday. It's a vintage Betty Furness candy thermometer. She is pictured on the front gleefully holding the thermometer and I imagined her saying, "Easy breezy!"Yeah. Not so much. Turns out that making caramel requires a skilled hand and dedicated attention. One can't, for instance, also handle a barrage of work emails and a ringing cell phone. Trust me. Two scalded pots. The smell of scorched sugar. And no caramels. M took it in stride and said that it's the thought that counts. Good man, M. Unlike that b*tch Betty Furness.