I saw this on Facetube today and I started to chuckle.
Cinnamon Rock Candy.
Our Aunt Betty used to make it every year.
Maybe she still does, but I haven’t had it in years.
It’s yummy, it’s spicy, it’s delightful.
And it conjures up one of the most hilarious memories I have bopping around in my bulbous head.
Long, long ago, I somehow convinced my sister to get an apartment with me. I know I’ve shared with y’all before how reluctant she was to leave the parents but her precious Steve was all for it!!! He knew it would be easier on him if she had already cut those apron strings before they got hitched.
We had us a big ole time in that apartment. We are different as day is from night but we somehow made it work.
One evening around the holidays, Molly decided to make some candy for her co-workers.
What a nice thing to do.
She’s thoughtful that way.
I, on the other hand, have never, ever had that thought.
{Of course, I don’t feel bad about that because one of my co-worker-buds has a candy shop with her husband and they keep us stocked with the goods. Thanks, Rhonda and Mark!}
Any-ole-way, my little blonde-headed sister was working away in the kitchen making her cinnamon candy when she realized that she needed some muscle to get the job done.
Sadly, all the “muscle” available was me.
So while she tipped over the pot of boiling cinnamon candy, it was my job to scrape the concoction into the pan so it could harden up.
Easy as a pie!
What she did NOT anticipate was when she tipped over that pot of molten candy, the steam smacked her right in the face.
And right on up her nose!!!
It was steamy.
It was cinnamon-y.
It was cinnamon-y steam!!!
She commenced to hollerin’ something awful then right out the door she went.
Right out into the cold night.
When she finally came back in, she had tears running down her face and that girl had not one nostril hair left.
Yep, hot cinnamon steam will clean you right out!!!
You may want to keep that in mind this winter season…….
~Mish~