Maybe this is my version of nesting. I don’t really feel like cleaning. There are crumbs on the counter, laundry in the hamper and fur balls on the floor. Fine by me. I have just been in this crazy mood all week to create all things sugar. For my birthday my bud Lindzee bought me the most amazing candy cookbook called Sugar Baby. Since Sunday, I’ve kind of been making a bunch of stuff. I’ve burned a pot and broken a candy thermometer but I can’t stop. I’ve had a failed batch of candy corn and made buttery toffee, salted chocolate caramels with black lava sea salt and fleur de sel salt, butter mints, dipped apricots and nut clusters. I think it’s time to put the sugar away. Except maybe I need to make coffee cake? Somebody stop me. Maybe this means a certain little unborn child is about ready to enjoy life on the outside? One can only hope. Now what to do with all of this freaking candy? Stop by if you need a sugar fix. Not joking.
These are delish but they sadden me greatly. I tried SOOOO hard to temper the chocolate correctly. EPIC FAIL.