|The Bad Caramel Apple|
I followed the recipe exactly--including the part where it said the caramel should reach 335 degrees. I was wondering why it smelled a little burnt and why it looked much darker than most caramel. Hmmm. Finally, before I dipped all the apples in, I decided to check that cooking blog again. Sure enough, the 335 degrees was a mistake. It should have said 235 degrees.
So my family happily ate their uncaramelized apples on sticks. I could teach Michelle Obama a thing or two about how to help kids avoid obesity. Just give me a week in the Whitehouse kitchen.
In my defense I was once a pretty good cook. It's not a coincidence my husband proposed on the same day he tasted my homemade rolls. Then we got married and had two kids with gluten allergies, so cooking is a lot more complicated now. (I also had better hair before I got married. My hair hasn't looked quite right since I lost my favorite round brush on our honeymoon.)
That's why I like writing. It's so much easier to fix my mistakes.
I'm making orange rolls for Thanksgiving this year. We'll see what happens. Have a Happy Thanksgiving.