There, I’ve said it and already I feel much better.
Now mind you it’s just not any caramel that I have an addiction to, no. I’m what one would call a Caramel Diva. Those Kraft caramels, well they just won’t do. The gooey running caramel in candies… yuck. I will except nothing else but the highest quality caramel readily available at my local Cash & Carry warehouse and I blame my sister-in-law for this addiction.
It started out simply enough. She talked me into trying a caramel frappe from Starbucks. I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, didn’t for many years really care for the stuff. But I didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I caved… that was day that my life changed.
It was a life changing event for me, as that was the day I started licking the creamy goodness from the lids. Yes, another confession… I lick the caramel from the lids on my caramel frappes. You have no idea the looks I’ve had to endure over the years, the ridicule that has fallen upon me for my actions… the caramel that has stuck to the tip of my nose. Sigh… but yet I endure.
Not only did my sister-in-law introduce me to those sinful delights, she also brought me a five pound brick of caramel many years later. I’d love the caramel on my frappe, however, eating caramel chewy candies straight or from the liquid stuff they sell at the grocery stores–I’d not touch them with a ten foot pole. But this, this was like a gift from the caramel gods themselves. You have not tasted caramel until you have tasted the caramel from Peter’s. You will have thought you died and gone to heaven.
She is evil I tell you–pure evil and I love her dearly because if she’d not have dropped this on my counter I wouldn’t have known what heaven tasted like. Now with this said… I only allow myself to purchase one five pound brick per year. Why you ask? Because within a weeks time, if I’d allowed it, I would devour the entire brick completely by myself. I don’t share, I’m the Caramel Diva, if you come within a foot of my caramel brick I will bite your fingers off. No really, but then again….
So, when my allotted brick has been used up for the year, I switch over to what I would call a lesser evil. Caramel apple suckers. I call them the lesser evil because it takes me longer to eat them. I can’t chew through them, they have to be savored, enjoyed. I snack on them when I’ve hit that afternoon sugar low and I’m sitting in my writing chair and needing something to make my brain engage once more.
And of course I mustn’t forget the original. My morning frappe. Now mind you I don’t drizzle the caramel on it everyday (mostly because I can’t find a smooth enough caramel that doesn’t taste like plastic). This is more of a once a week treat, but I do make my vanilla frappe every morning with the leftover coffee from my hubby and I do put whipped cream on it.
I’m odd I know… but it’s that oddity that makes me unique, one of a kind, special. Now if you were to ask my family what they thought of me being unique or special… I somehow think our definitions would greatly differ. = )
~The Caramel Diva
