Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Candy Apple Centerpiece

I remember as a child going to the apple orchards and climbing on the ladders and picking apples. I remember getting fresh cinnamon donuts and newly pressed apple cider. I remember going home and making apple pies, applesauce, and caramel apples. I do not remember candied apples. They look so fabulous at all the festivals and fairs, so I thought I would give it a shot.

I bought a packaged mix and followed the directions on the box. I added the right amount of water and sugar, boiled for 20 minutes, made sure it was over 300 degrees and coated my apples. They look beautiful, right?

So now I have to ask...How the heck do you eat these? Is the coating supposed to be sucker hard and crack when you bite it? Or hard and yet almost super hard taffy like, like mine are?

All I know is that they will probably end up as part of a centerpiece because even the neighbor kid who can chomp through a tootsie roll pop in under 5 seconds, worked on the apple for 30 minutes and never even got close to the apple.

On a side note: For those looking to get rid of dangling baby teeth your kid won't let you pull, e-mail me your address and I can send your one (limited to first 8 responders).

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