I make toffee for a living.
…okay, maybe not quite for a living – more like for “fun” and I earn a little bit of “fun money” by doing it.
Yes, I would love to one day wake up and realize that it is actually my sole income which allows me vast amounts of time to actually SPEND with my boys, instead of spending my full-time salary for them to be cared for by others while I work full-time (see the circular reference
of guilt there?)…. (and side note: I really do like my corporate job!)
… I digress.
I have made a lot of toffee in my years…it was my grandma b’s famed recipe, and when she stopped making it (about 15 years ago), I took it up and worked on perfecting my technique. Fast forward about 12ish years when I realized that people might pay money for this stuff. Two Holiday Seasons later, and I am now gearing up for the 3rd! I really love making it, and seeing the absolute JOY it brings to those that taste it!!
I lost count in how many batches of toffee I made last year around the holidays, but the number is somewhere in the mid-hundreds, for sure.
And the one true thing I have learned, is that toffee has a way of keeping you honest and humble.
Just as I think I’ve got this down, and I can multi-task while a batch is bubbling away on my stove… nope, I burn it.
Wanna know a secret? I’ve had two of those batches this week!!!
I guess it’s The Toffee’s way of reminding me to slow down. I have prided myself in the fact that this little business relies on a small-batch process, and I need to continue to be true to that. I need to remember why I am doing this: for the fun of it, for grandma’s memory, for the dream….
And you would think that two not-quite-right batches within a 48-hour period would be enough… but apparently not.
Tonight, I took some time to finally transform those black bananas into banana bread, and then, while that baked, the plan was to try a new recipe with those peaches taking up space in my fridge.
Now, with all the toffee making this week, most of my measuring cups were tied up in a wash cycle. so I trudged ahead with my trusty 1/4 cup measure. This worked well, until I had to count out three-and-one-half-cups of flour, as per recipe, and I mistakenly thought i was measuring with a 1/2 cup…. to which, I didn’t realize until the banana bread was half-way cooked…. thus, I resign myself to the fact that we have entered the “Science Experiment” zone. Let’s just see how this turns out.
THEN, i soldier on and attempt the peach thing. some interesting steps, and I was trying to track the recipe on my phone… I sliced the peaches. I made the batter, I blended the sugar topping and I even added the boiling water before sliding it into the oven (on the rack above the bubbling-over-banana-
soup-bread). Next step, tidy the kitchen…. oops, there on the counter is the melted butter that was supposed to be mixed into the cobbler batter….
SON OF A….
soooooo… what’s that make me: 0-for-4 this week? shall I quit while the universe is ahead?