We here, have been preparing for St. Patrick’s Day. I never did celebrate St. Paddy’s day until I met Tom, as his mother was first generation Irish, from New York, and he and his family celebrated every year.
Today I made apple lollipops. There is one missing in the picture below. Brian just couldn’t wait to try one.
I won’t show what happened to the first batch yet. Getting back to the lollipops.
Tom arranged the lollipops in this glass like a lollipop bouquet so I could take a picture of them. I think he did a pretty good job.
When Tom was at the store today he saw these, what I call, bottle clothing and picked one up for each of us. Of course we had to try them out promptly.
My candy thermometer didn’t reach far enough into the hot sugar syrup. My first batch of lollipops turned into brittle. If I had thought quickly, I would have thrown some peanuts into it before I placed them on a cookie sheet. As it was, when I saw that the sugar syrup was cooked too much, I quickly remembered my seventh grade home economics class when we made peanut brittle. I add some baking soda to the amber syrup, rushed to get a cookie sheet and greased it. Then I poured the hot goo onto the sheet pan.
Tom asked, “What is it?”
I responded, “Brittle.” “Why?”
Tom, “Oh.” “I don’t like brittle.”
Me, “Well, I do.”
Brian, “What about the lollipops?”
Introducing my peanutless brittle-what was suppose to be lollipops.
Live and learn, I say.