Lately, Husband has been on a custard kick. Every week or so, he’s been making a batch of custard. I don’t understand this new affection for custard, and , since I don’t like custard, I really don’t appreciate his new kick. I much prefer his “bread kick.” Last night, Husband came home from his twelve hour day at work and announced, “I feel like making caramel.” We then had the following exchange:
Me: “Have you ever made caramel?”
Husband: “No.”
Me: “Have you ever had homemade caramel?”
Husband: “No. Not that I remember.”
Me: “Do you have a recipe?”
Husband: “I looked it up on the internet. I have the basic idea of how to do it.”
Me: “Are you going to make a mess?”
Husband: “Probably.”
Me: “At least it’s not custard.”
Katie and I then followed Husband into the kitchen. He measured nothing. He dumped some liquid into a pan. Then he threw in a couple handfuls of sugar. He eyeballed how much brown sugar we had left, shrugged, and then threw that in the pot. He threw a few more things into the pot and started to stir.
We chatted as Husband stirred. Frankly, I didn’t think he had any idea what he was doing. He’s generally a great cook – but this looked like it would be his first dish that would be completely inedible.
After it cooled, Husband cut it into little squares. He gave me one, and, honestly, I wasn’t sure I should eat it. It looked good. Surprisingly, it looked just like caramel. But would it taste? I decided to take the risk and popped the square into my mouth. Wow…Husband’s homemade caramel may be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I didn’t know it was possible to make caramel that good at home.
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