One Saturday during the winter, a long, long time ago, a bunch of friends came to our house for some fun. For reasons I can’t recall, we had decided we were going to have a taffy pull.
None of us knew, exactly, what a taffy pull was, but we’d heard stories from long ago — even longer ago than when this event took place — and it sounded like fun. My long-suffering parents agreed to host, and my brave mother said she’d make a large batch of taffy. Taffy-making is a very precise process and if not cooked long enough, or too long, it’s ruined. Continue reading ““Olden Days” Fun (Recipe Included)”