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Jan. 30th, 2008 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickToday I made Mk. II caramels. This was not particularly for any grand desire on my part to eat more caramels, though they are tasty.
My cousin Heather, who is currently visiting warm-n-sunny Florida, did not get any of the tastylicious Mk. I caramels. These additional caramels were made specifically so that I could give some to my cousin Heather upon her return from Florida sometime next week. The first time I made the caramels, I offered them to my cousin. She said that she didn't really like caramels very much but that she would be willing to try one because I had made them. Despite the boundless enthusiasm she had thereby demonstrated for the caramel experience, I nevertheless FAILED to provide her with any Mk. I caramels. Adding insult to injury, I then spent good money mailing the damn things to practically strangers over the internets who had waved hands in the air and said "Me, me, me! I want tastylicious caramels!". What *was* I thinking?
Once I had shipped off the caramels, Heather was heartbroken that I hadn't managed to save her at least one. I believe she also called me a bitch. I am, at this point, tired of hearing about how I failed her on the caramel front. To resolve the entire thing, I have made Mk. II caramels, burned sugar candies of atonement wrapped in wee wax paper shrouds.
My cousin Heather, who is currently visiting warm-n-sunny Florida, did not get any of the tastylicious Mk. I caramels. These additional caramels were made specifically so that I could give some to my cousin Heather upon her return from Florida sometime next week. The first time I made the caramels, I offered them to my cousin. She said that she didn't really like caramels very much but that she would be willing to try one because I had made them. Despite the boundless enthusiasm she had thereby demonstrated for the caramel experience, I nevertheless FAILED to provide her with any Mk. I caramels. Adding insult to injury, I then spent good money mailing the damn things to practically strangers over the internets who had waved hands in the air and said "Me, me, me! I want tastylicious caramels!". What *was* I thinking?
Once I had shipped off the caramels, Heather was heartbroken that I hadn't managed to save her at least one. I believe she also called me a bitch. I am, at this point, tired of hearing about how I failed her on the caramel front. To resolve the entire thing, I have made Mk. II caramels, burned sugar candies of atonement wrapped in wee wax paper shrouds.
