That first batch tasted like the darkest corner of heaven, when the candles sputter out for a moment from the wind produced by angels wings and all you can taste is the dark whisper of the heat left behind. They tasted so good it scared me.
So I made a second batch. This time, because I am constitutionally averse to doing anything the same way twice, I used Wholesome Sweeteners Organic Evaporated Cane Juice, Lundberg Farms Rice Syrup, a little bit of maple syrup, and added a small scoop of French gray sea salt. I waited impatiently while they cooled.
This batch had come out softer and golden blond. They looked more like caramels. And they tasted like, well, if you took the same heavenly candles from before, and this time refined their warmth, and put it on your tongue and let it melt, that's what they tasted like.
In short, they both tasted, well, better than the bad poetry they inspired. And far, far better than any caramel I have ever tasted, ever. EVER.
Ever.
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