A Daydream Made of Caramel

IMG_3990 I spent the early morning hours with family. “Big deal, Kerry,” you say. “It’s Thanksgiving in the United States and most Americans are spending it with family.”

But I spent my morning with a grandmother who has been dead since I was 12, two cousins who live hundreds of miles away, and a sister sound asleep in the guest room.

No, I didn’t have a séance and I wasn’t Skyping. I spent the last three hours wrapping a gazillion (really—I counted) little squares of caramel in a gazillion little squares of waxed paper.

As I stood at the counter and wrapped, I daydreamed and I am, if I say it myself, a world-class daydreamer.

I daydreamed about my history with wrapping caramels.

Caramels have been a part of the winter holidays for me for, literally, my whole life. I grew up on a farm and my grandmother made caramels (and divinity) only at this time of year, for Thanksgiving and Christmas, so it was a big event.

I’m still using her recipe—it takes a full two hours or more to make a batch and involves instructions like, “add the milk, drop by drop. Add the butter, bit by bit.” We kids—my sister and two cousins and I—weren’t encouraged to be around while the caramel was cooking because the hot syrup can cause the most awful burns but, once the caramel was poured and had time to set, our work began.

We were the caramel wrappers!  We didn’t see this as work at all. Or, if it was work, it came with great benefits! I’m sure we didn’t eat as many as we wrapped but I’m also sure we needed some time outside after we were done, to work off the sugar high.

My grandmother would carpet the kitchen table with little squares of waxed paper, cut the caramel into strips, and cut little pieces—plop, plop, plop—onto the paper. Little hands would pick up each square, wrap the waxed paper around and twist the ends to seal the caramels in.

Nowadays, a lot of my caramel gets dipped in chocolate or added to some other candy, like turtle bark or candy bars. The chocolate-covered fleur de sel caramels are by far my best-selling item.

But sometimes, I do get orders for the pure, unadulterated caramels and, as was the case this morning, I find myself wrapping little bites of caramel in squares of waxed paper.

And my mind wanders to a different warm kitchen, four little girl cousins, a plump farm grandmother, sweets made with loving hands at home—a scene out of Norman Rockwell and perfect for daydreams and happy memories. Wrapping caramels still comes with benefits.

I hope you have the chance to daydream and enjoy family memories on your day of thanksgiving!

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19 thoughts on “A Daydream Made of Caramel

  1. Now I’m really getting nervous. I’m making a cheesecake with caramel and sea salt topping. The recipe warns that the mixture will violently bubble and foam when the cream is slowly added so I shouldn’t get too close. And serendipity brings your post today mentioning caramel and serious burns…I am twice warned and will try to be very careful!

    Happy Thanksgiving to all!

    • That sounds like THE best dessert ever! Are you going to blog about it? Do be careful–I’ve gotten a splash of caramel on my hand and nothing hurts like that. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Susan!

  2. I am so jealous, my Mum had a little book of family recipes, including one for caramel, and it got lost when they last moved so my siblings and I only have the memories of some of those lovely goodies we remember enjoying so much when we were children. Yours look scrumptious.

  3. What a sweet (!) story about happy memories: lovely! And your photos always make me hungry: I am going to have a cuppa tea and a piece of apple pie now! Have a happy thanksgiving, dear friend, with all of your family!

    • I admit I eat a few bites as I wrap all those caramels! I know you’ll have a lovely and peaceful and bountiful Thanksgiving–it’s my favorite American holiday. Hugs!

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