Caramel corn. I love the stuff. I love it oh so much. I have to cut myself off, and it doesn’t always work. Sean’s dad makes really great traditional caramel corn, but of course the usual recipe has massive amounts of corn syrup, which Sean can’t have. So, I have invented a new version. It is delicious, if I do say so myself, and has Sean’s stamp of approval as well.
I’ve previously mentioned how much we loved going to Red Lobster back in the days of yore, and how only a stomach rendered truly bottomless by the undetected appetite increase of celiac disease let me eat as much of their biscuits and appetizers as I wanted before hitting the huge and delicious entrees. Even my father, who avowedly flees from the taste, smell, or three-day-old wilderness trail of garlic, occasionally tucked into their famous cheddar bay biscuits. |