Yesterday and today I made Martha Stewart’s gingerbread caramels. The recipe is a bit involved, but it makes a sizable tray full of spicy, gingery, delicious caramels. Which some poor soul must then cut into bite-size rectangles to be wrapped (by the same poor soul) individually in wax paper. If I had a whiskey barrel in my kitchen, I could seriously fill it up with caramels, and it would be like old-time penny candy. Just the one kind though. And I’d probably charge more than a penny. It’s the thought that counts.
* a Martha-ism.
