Last year for Mother’s Day, I made my mom a huge jar of chocolate and vanilla salted caramels. Rumor had it that while my mom loved them, and kept them in the fridge so she could savor one at a time when she wanted to enjoy one, my stepdad David LOVED them. LIke, my mom had to stash them away loved them.
So, when Father’s day rolled around, in a small gesture of my appreciation for all David has done for us this year, I made him his very own batch of salted caramels.
I used a different recipe this time (from epicurious) with slightly less cream and butter (I know, the pity!) which yielded a chewier and more firm caramel, perfect for chewing and savoring.
I wrapped each caramel in its very own waxed paper wrapper, making them (at least to me) seem kind of fancy.
There were so many of them. My fingers were cramping up from wrapping caramels in waxed paper. And sprinkling fleur de sel atop each one.
But David loved them. He promptly ate one and proclaimed them “Really good chewy caramels” but his mouth was full of caramel… so it sounded like “rullyghoodsheoycrmsls” But i got the sentiment.
And, Domo liked them too.
Camper quote of the day: “Mara! There’s a bee in your ponytail and I can see it making honey!”
I don’t get it either.