Today I caved and made caramels.
Making caramels is like camping. You have to prepare yourself very thoroughly if you are going to do it alone. There will likely be injuries. No matter how hard you try not to, you end up spending money on it. Then afterwards, you regret doing it.
Here's what happened:
-I PLANNED on making them while June and William took a nap. I got everything out, opened the butter, milk, and cream, pre-measured the vanilla, pans cleaned... I was ready.
-As it was boiling it occurred to me that it was going to overflow. I quickly poured some boiling buttered sugar into the sink, spilling it all over the stove and the kitchen floor along the way. I called William's name. He flew down the stairs thinking I had burned myself or caught the kitchen on fire.
- As William cleaned up my mess, I realized yet again, that it would boil over. We quickly got a larger pot. Unfortunately, the candy thermometer does not reach the caramel in the large pot, so William had to stand there over the steamy pot, holding the thermometer for 20 minutes while we waited for it to reach the right temperature.
- Just as it was about to reach the right temperature, William dropped the thermometer in the boiling caramel.
Uhhhhh.
Despite the failures, the caramel does taste pretty good.
Today I am thankful for a husband that woke up at 2:00am, came home late in the afternoon to take a nap, only to stay up another 45 minutes to help me with my annoying (but delicious) hobby.
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