Are you the superstitious type? Do you believe you can jinx yourself? Like, when you were in high school, and you’d say, “I think I really aced that test,” and then you’d find out you got a 72? Or you’d tell everyone how great the job interview went, and then you’d never hear from the interviewer?
You’d think we’d learn never to tempt Fate by making such declarations.
I tempted Fate yesterday. And Fate won.
I’ve been a candy-making whirlwind. I’ve made about 12 different kinds of chocolate candy in three days. Four kinds of bark. Three kinds of candy bars. Caramels about 4 different ways. Peanut butter meltaways and mint meltaways . . . oh, yes, the mint meltaways.
I’m on a tight schedule to get all this done and I’ve been a bit stressed. I said to my husband, “At least it’s all gone perfectly—I haven’t over-cooked any caramel or burned the toasted pecans.”
Uh-oh—why did I say that? I wasn’t done making candy yet and Fate heard me.
Back to the mint meltaways. I’m always happy when I get an order for mint meltaways because they’re one of my favorites to sample—silky smooth, refreshing, dark chocolate, mint—yum.
When I make these, I dust the top of half of them with finely crushed peppermint candy. Crushing the candy is the hard part. It involves putting the candy in multiple layers of plastic bags (because when peppermint candy breaks it gets sharp edges that cut through the bags!) and pounding away with a dead blow hammer. I have to pound a long time to get the candy really crushed and the only consolation is that it makes a lot, so it should last me for months of mint meltaways.
Except Fate was going to have her way with me. I finally had my bowl of precious peppermint dust in one hand. I was ready to start dipping the meltaway innards in tempered chocolate. I started across the kitchen. A stray breeze caught a piece of waxed paper and blew it off the counter. I lunged to grab it.
And my bowl of peppermint dust tipped. And jerked. And spewed dust across the kitchen like an intense mint-scented blizzard.
And, although it doesn’t fit my “loving hands at home” image, I swore like a pirate. Like my husband, the former Marine, does when he screws up his counted cross stitch and has to rip out 4 hours worth of work. I swore and watched the peppermint dust settle . . .
The swearing helped. And I had no choice but to clean up the mess of sticky dust, which got in every crack of the hardwood floors and wanted to stay. And no choice but to start over and break up more peppermint candy with my dead blow hammer.
And that helped, too. Something about banging that hammer onto that candy, imagining Fate’s smug little face there, really, really helped!
But don’t tell her I said that! And don’t tell her that I have more candy to make today and that I need it to go well! And be careful, yourself, about tempting Fate—she’s listening.
Ah yes counting your chickens before they are hatched, I’m guilty of that too! 🙂
It was such a mess! But the final product turned out well–whew!
Phew indeed! 🙂
So sorry that Fate found you!
She has a way of finding us when we least expect it!
How I appreciate your honesty and you made me laugh. Do not get me wrong, I feel very sorry for you and having your kitchen covered in peppermint dust but you do have the spirit to create the image;0) Well, being not very patient myself, and a bit clumsy you can imagine that some strong language can fly through our house when I am in haste: that is always the killer! And yes, to answer a question many have asked me before, it is bi-lingual swearing and it is a miracle how fleuntly that is;0) have a peaceful day, ♥ Johanna
Thanks, Johanna! I’d love to hear that bi-lingual cursing, switching back and forth between languages. I know some French-Canadian oaths, too, but they don’t spring to my lips like the old Anglo-Saxon ones do!
Oh no! I can see that peppermint scented blizzard blowing across your kitchen!
It was a multi-sense experience! Sight, smell, sounds (the swearing!) What a mess!
Oh yes, for some reason swearing like a pirate always helps, you candy looks very delicious 🙂 Annie
Thanks, Annie! The swearing made all the difference, truly it did!
It’s never good to tempt fate. 🙂
You would think I could learn that . . . 😉
I’m sorry you had a peppermint dust accident, but on the plus side, your candy sounds absolutely delicious! I would love to try one of the chocolates in your picture… xx
The candy turned out find and my customer loved it so it was worth all the mess!
That blizzard doesn’t sound pretty! I (sometimes) swear like a pirate too, hoping no one can hear or see me. Good luck with the next batch of candy.
Thanks, Marieken! Everything I’ve made since has turned out fine–maybe I’ve learned my lesson. 😉