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burnt sugar candy
Mar. 27th, 2014 10:12 pmIt began when I got eyestrain at work and had to stop coding every few minutes to cup my palms over my eyes and watch the dancing blobs of light recede into whatever palais they trundled out-from.
I aimed to finish reading a truly miserable book tonight*, and it seemed to me that the corrective would be the last Chestnut Ale. Then it was only logical to follow the Chestnut Ale with a couple of whiskies (which went brusquely with my tofu and rice.) The next sensible thing to do was to counteract the tofu and rice by attempting to make candy on the stove.
I did not, I will point out, set off the smoke alarm, and I brilliantly managed to avoid festooning the stovetop with fine-spun needle-sharp sugar lancets. There is only the one amber-lacquered pot to worry about, and if I leave the fan on long enough the smell will dissipate.
Now I have enough burnt sugar candy to furnish all the pretentious desserts of 1997. If only they were here.
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*Albeit one whose ghastly picture of the human soul I am grudgingly beginning to find funny.
I aimed to finish reading a truly miserable book tonight*, and it seemed to me that the corrective would be the last Chestnut Ale. Then it was only logical to follow the Chestnut Ale with a couple of whiskies (which went brusquely with my tofu and rice.) The next sensible thing to do was to counteract the tofu and rice by attempting to make candy on the stove.
I did not, I will point out, set off the smoke alarm, and I brilliantly managed to avoid festooning the stovetop with fine-spun needle-sharp sugar lancets. There is only the one amber-lacquered pot to worry about, and if I leave the fan on long enough the smell will dissipate.
Now I have enough burnt sugar candy to furnish all the pretentious desserts of 1997. If only they were here.
{rf}
*Albeit one whose ghastly picture of the human soul I am grudgingly beginning to find funny.
