So...I've been asked to teach a candy-making class
for the women in my church.
The only stipulation: teach it sometime before Valentine's Day.
I get to pick the date, the time, the place, the recipes.
I told the dear lady who asked me if I'd share my candy-making knowledge (limited, at best I insisted to her--she wouldn't buy it though) if I could please get past Christmas before I committed a date on the calendar.
And so today I got out my 2009 calendar.
Dates are already filling up.
Teaching something as complex & fun
as candy-making will take time to plan.
I'll need plenty of practice rounds.
I'm pretty sure my kids will be thrilled.
It's a good thing my mom made Chloe and me these beautiful mommy/daughter aprons for Christmas. These fabrics by Sandi & Amy go quite nicely together in my opinion. Thanks Mom--we love them and we will certainly use them a lot!
Now, if I could only step inside this gingerbread house and curl up for a week to sleep off the holiday tiredness. I'm pretty sure, there's no laundry inside to be done or floors to be mopped.
No Christmas wrapping paper or board games on the carpet.
This Gingerbread Inn is already immaculately clean and smells wonderful throughout. I'm pretty sure I'd slumber peacefully within. After my restful sleep, I would then then happily don myself with the new apron and get started on trial batches of penuche, divinity, marshmallows,
and chocolate covered cherries.
Instead, I suppose I will slowly take down my Christmas decorations--a little each day until-- say 1/5/09. It's always a bit hard to put away all of the pretties for another year. But, when there are chocolates to be dipped and classes to be taught, February is seeming only a breath or 2 away, so I'd better get started.
Today, Brad pulled a large jar of maraschino cherries out of the pantry and looked at me with those "mom, can I get into this sugar concoction?" eyes. When I told him they were for an upcoming candy-making class , he let out an exasperated sigh and said "....ugggggghhhhh if you teach everyone how to make your special stuff, then it won't be special anymore!" I laughed so hard. But he was totally serious. I suppose an 11 year old mind doesn't grasp the notion that sharing something with others is actually what makes it more special. He did feel better when I told him the jar of aforementioned cherries were actually going to be used for pre-class trial batches.
See---I told you he wanted some sugar!
P.s. Any suggestions on types of candies I should teach? I plan on blogging the class so I'd love to hear what sugary confections you'd like to see.