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Today I used a candy thermometer for the first time in an attempt to make caramels for M's pending 40th birthday. It's a vintage Betty Furness candy thermometer. She is pictured on the front gleefully holding the thermometer and I imagined her saying, "Easy breezy!"

Yeah.

Not so much.

Turns out that making caramel requires a skilled hand and dedicated attention. One can't, for instance, also handle a barrage of work emails and a ringing cell phone.

Trust me.

Two scalded pots. The smell of scorched sugar. And no caramels.

M took it in stride and said that it's the thought that counts.

Good man, M.

Unlike that b*tch Betty Furness.