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On an arm perhaps, something pleasant, a store, or something added to eye. If Bonkers no longer being made will make you as sad as when you watch “Bambi,” “Saving Private Ryan,” or “My Girl,” then we might have something in common. In honor of the bag above and below that I picked up with smiles, showed Jim, saw Jim’s face light up like, well a kid in a candy shop, thought how we would go through the 2 1/2 pound bag in less time then it would take to process one serving of the pure sugar little buggers,  put it down, then looked at Jim, then picked it back up and put it in our basket with more smiles and nods from Jim, I give you: candy. Growing up, and into my early twenties, I always thought it was lame that adults stopped eating candy like they did when they were younger. Was it health reasons? Did your palates change? It brought you so much joy. Why did you stop? There are only so many things that can remain innocent!

And then I stopped eating candy.

Not all candy. The candy that was sour, or animated. I remember getting penny candy, Jolly Ranchers sticks, watermelon or strawberry only, green apple blehk, which were more like a candy bar of Jolly Rancher, not so “stick” like. They were 15 cents.


Sugar in paper tubes was no longer on my mind. I didn’t want to base my maturity on candy, but I was officially the adult I couldn’t understand. No more hard candy pushed up through a plastic tube, or tube of liquid jelly sugar. No more bags of things. I would now care about where my luxury chocolate came from and who was making it. Was it fair trade?  I haven’t gone completely to the dark side. There is still merit in a Mr. Goodbar. Once in a while my sweet smarts kick in and a 2 1/2 pound bag of sour gummy worms ends up in my basket, and then my tummy. My candy love has evolved, but I still love me some Rollos. I love different candy bars that are specific to a certain area, produced in one place, and have been for decades. I still enjoy a ring pop every once in a while, and will hopefully never fully lose the urge for a Skor bar, chocolate bitten off first, toffee eaten second.

2 1/2 pounds

Here is a great site to reminisce, remind, or introduce.

The history of candy dates back to the first man. The cave man created the idea of candy by eating honey combs and honey. In 1200 B.C. the first cocoa to be grown was grown by the Olmec Indians. Then the Maya natives used cocoa for money. In Maya tombs from 250 B.C they found artifacts of a chocolate drink.

The Spanish Explorers were the first Europeans to taste cocoa in the 1500’s. In 1502 the first chocolate drink tasted by modern man was documented. In 1544 the first trace of cocoa in Europe was found. In 1556 the English were the first to sell cocoa. In the 17th century the first hot cocoa maker was made.

The first Dutch cocoa was made in 1828. In 1844 J.S. Fry and his sons were the first to make hard eating cocoa and in the same year the modern chocolate bar was made. In 1864 the first candy store was established. In 1876 Swiss chocolate was made. The first milk chocolate was made in 1879. In the 20th century The Hersey Kiss was made. In 1913 the chocolate bonbon was made. In 1929 the novelty of chocolate covered cherries were made. In 1926 vitamins were added to candy. Candy sales increased in 1997. In 2002 Hershey Industries became the number one candy maker.


Give me liberty or give me an O’Henry

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope that it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen, if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve.

This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty towards the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?

For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth — to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House?

Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation — the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motives for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies?

No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer on the subject? Nothing.

We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer.

Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.

Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope.

If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!

They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?

Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of the means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.

The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, “Peace! Peace!” — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

Patrick Henry – March 23, 1775

O’ Henry

Makes about 3 dozen 1-inch squares

Sarah Bradley’s grandmother, Barbara Brown of Williamsburg, has been making this recipe since she was a little girl and baked a version of it with her grandmother.

1 cup sugar

1 cup light corn syrup

One 18-ounce jar creamy peanut butter

5 cups of Special K cereal

One 11-ounce package butterscotch chips

One 12-ounce package semisweet chocolate chips

Have ready a 9-by-13-inch glass baking dish.

In a large saucepan over medium-high heat, combine the sugar and syrup. Bring just to a boil, then remove from the heat. Add the peanut butter, stirring to combine. Add the cereal and stir until well combined. Pat the mixture to form an even layer in the baking dish and set aside to cool to room temperature. Melt the butterscotch and chocolate chips together, cool slightly and spread evenly over the cereal mixture.

When the topping has completely set, cut into squares (or any size you’d like). Store in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 3 days, or wrap for the freezer and freeze for up to 10 days.

Per serving: 234 calories, 7 g protein, 28 g carbohydrates, 12 g fat, 0 mg cholesterol, 5 g saturated fat, 67 mg sodium, 2 g dietary fiber

Recipe tested by Bonnie S. Benwick; e-mail questions



* Be creative! Shapes, colors, fillers. Make it your own.

5 tablespoons butter
½ cup light corn syrup
¾ cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon cherry, or any other flavored extract, or 1/2 tsp cinnamon
6 to 8 drops red or green food colouring, or as desired

Using 1 tablespoon of the butter, grease a large baking sheet. Arrange 18 lollipop sticks on the sheet, allowing at least 2 ½ inches between each stick.

In a large saucepan, combine the remaining 4 tablespoons butter, corn syrup and sugar. Cook over medium heat, stirring often, until the sugar dissolves.

Insert a candy thermometer in the mixture and cook, stirring, until the thermometer reads 270F. Remove from heat and stir in the flavouring and food colouring. Let cool for about 1 minute or just until the syrup is easily pourable, but slightly thickened and able to hold its shape once poured.

Drop 1 tablespoon syrup onto the end of each stick, alternating ends.

Let cool thoroughly before lifting, about 10 minutes. To store, wrap each lollipop in clear cellophane and tie with a ribbon. Pack in an airtight tin, where the will keep for up to three weeks.

Makes 18 lollipops.

“Anyone who uses the phrase “easy as taking candy from a baby”  has never tried taking candy from a baby.”



Nothing is easy for 11 year old, Peter Hatcher. It’s hard enough to have an impossible little brother like Fudge, but now there’s a new baby coming. And if this baby is anything like Fudge, that’s it – Peter is moving out! Just when he thinks it can’t get any worse, Peter finds out that Fudge will be in kindergarten at the same school where he’ll be in 6th grade!

Judy Blume b. 2.12.38

Fudge with Fruit and Nuts
3 c (570 g) Sugar
1 14 1/2 oz (430 ml) can Evaporated Milk (old size we can’t find, so we do a 12oz. + 2 1/2)
1/2 c (120g) Butter
12 oz (340 g) Dark Chocolate bits
1/2 lb (225 g) Marshmallow (@32 regular size)
4-6 oz (115-170 g) walnut halves
(Optional) 6 oz (170 g) Raisins, dried cranberries, dried cherries, or whatever dried fruit you like
(Optional) @ 1/2 c (120 ml) Dark Rum, Kahlua, Brandy, or whatever alcohol pairs well with your dried fruit
1. Combine sugar, milk, and butter. Cook to soft ball stage stirring constantly. (Bring everything to a simmer then lower the heat to med.- med-low.  It should bubble well without getting crazy.  Stir regularly, and especially more frequently as the mix thickens.  After each stir session, wipe the sides of the pan with water and a brush so it stays clean and prevents big sugar crystals (source of grainy fudge.) It takes about 45 min – 1 hr to reach the soft ball stage or 235° F.  Soft ball stage is where if you drop some of the mix into a bowl of cold water, you are able to make a “soft ball” when it cools a bit and you take it out of the water.
2. (Optional) While candy cooks, combine dried fruit and alcohol in a bowl and macerate for at least 30 min.
3. Lightly butter an approx. 8″x11″ dish.
4. Remove from heat, add bits and marshmallows. Stir till blended.
5. Add walnuts. (Optional – Drain macerated fruit and add.) Stir till combined.

6. Pour into buttered dish. (Allow to cool @ 5 min., or until you can touch the fudge without it sticking to your hand, then pat down the fudge into an even layer.  Leave untouched until completely cool (@ 2 hrs) then cut into bit sized pieces.  Wrap each piece with plastic wrap and give to friends, loved ones, and save a secret stash for yourself to eat.)
by White on Rice Couple