For the Love of Candy

For the Love of Candy

For the Love of Candy

For the Love of Candy

For the Love of Candy

     Ask anyone what they most identify with their childhood and it will likely include some reference or another to a particular candy. We have our memories of mom’s specialty dishes – the comfort food that instantly transports us to a simpler time; memories of the toys that sparked our interest and gained our loyalty; memories of the games we played with friends during seemingly endless summer days that only ended when mom called us in for dinner; and…the candy we loved. 

          Oh that candy; the sight of which still sends our pulse racing. What else would inspire otherwise health-conscious adults who are so picky about their diets to bite into pure, undiluted sugar with childlike enthusiasm? It’s the candy of our childhood; the sweets and treats for which we saved our money and got cavities in our teeth.

For the Love of Candy

   Now that we are adults (more or less), we areiacinormally driven to re-live those memories. This is where candy comes into play; I mean, what is there that isn’t nostalgic about? Candy has been around for centuries; centuries worth of confections that our brilliant minds have come up with and completely revised and refreshed. Looking back just a few centuries, mention of chocolate and Valentine’s 

       Day chocolate can be found right out of the gate. Honey, cloves, and even rose petals were mere toddler concepts, ideas, and someday those concepts would become full-blown today!

For the Love of Candy

   My somewhat biased history lesson would be if I didn’t mention the popular movie called “It’s a Boy Squares” (1943). themes of the movie are brought right into our own sweet shop. 

           The book that inspired the movie “It’s a Boy Squares” was called “It’s a Nigger, George”, and it was written by a black humorist called lampshade hazingale. In the movie the square “nigger” is eaten by four little boys who sneak into the kitchen where their mother is making dinner. George is the black man’s “son”, and forms the heart of the family. In the movie the “son” saves the day by enticing the big girl into letting him have her fancy meal in the home of the family’s dog.

For the Love of Candy

Years later, when George is an old man he tries to UFABET เว็บตรง make amends to his mother. Unfortunately, his wife suspicious of his antics, and openly discusses her stay-at-home man-crush on her. After George gets out of line for several weeks, my mother finally called me into the kitchen to ask me to find out why her husband doesn’t remember dinner. I stool sit 

          George at the table, watch him sink his teeth into the golden fleshed fish, and then ask him why he doesn’t remember dinner. He looks at me like I would something bad, and then says it’s because he was too busy thinking about something he shouldn’t be spending time on but I am. Mom, though, she knew exactly why he stopped by his house that day; he was working on a novel.

For the Love of Candy

        That’s the story of my first year anniversary of marriage…well, actually I married a lovely woman, but everyone isirled around me now. As in Romance, Spice, Glitz, and Fat, there are many cooks and chefs I resemble in their own characters. In addition, I am married to a man who knows more about cooking than me, and that’s a good sign for this marriage–so I take comfort in that.

         Everyday is a new day, and I am continually surprised and delighted to be living alone for the first time in my life. Carpe Diem! I am living in total isolation, and it is quite wonderful. In fact, the thought of aloneness is probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I wonder if anyone besides horses could feel rock hard before their arrival here. Is there anyone out there who can lay it like I can right now? It is a little depressing, but in a way, it is quite romantic.

            If you feel like someone is staring at you, you are not alone. Consider this: in Samothran India, it is tradition to plant Sugar Mothis on the doorstep of your home with golden eggs down it. You can eat them, they are very tasty, and they have quite an effect on the minds of the lovers of that type of plant.

           In Tibet yak milk has been traditionally mixed with sheep milk and given to the Tibetan herders as a form of thanksgiving. Andalusia has long been a land of almonds and pistachios, and La Mancha olive oil is prized for its flavor, as well as being the home of Spain’s largest producer of olive oil. Thousands of miles away, farmers in the Alpilles continue to labor over the delicate flavors of top cherry and raspberry seasonings.

It hasn’t always been thus.

For the Love of Candy