I believe I said this would happen.
Back during the hotly contested caramel week, things got a little dicey when my brother swooped in for the prize. My daughters were not pleased, especially when they compared notes and realized I sent them the same email once they heard the news the caramel wasn’t coming their way. I wrote:
“Too bad too, because you were way in the lead… you were going to be the winner for sure!”
My daughters are lovely, beautiful, confident, smart women. They also have a nasty streak. I knew there’d be hell to pay. Still, I let me guard down. On Christmas morning as we swapped our gifts, I didn’t see it coming when the oldest sweetly handed me a gift and said it was from “us girls.”
I opened it happily.
Yep, you guessed it. Coal. In a Trader Joe’s caramel box.
So I’m making more caramel this week. If I don’t the next package could be a horse’s head.
These girls are Italian afterall.
Merry Christmas indeed. Like I said before, “tough crowd.”
Not to worry. The next morning we took everyone on a hike in the mountains behind our house. The temperature was barely above freezing, like our beloved San Francisco on a windy night at ATT Park in late May.
“How long do you think this hike is going to be,” my oldest asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Well, I’ve heard 2 miles, 3 miles, 4 miles… I just need to know which is the most accurate.”
“I don’t really know. Maybe two miles, but it could be four. We’re going right up there,” I said happily, pointing to a peak nearly straight up.
I heard the grumbles. They made me happy. Coal huh? I got your coal right here!
Like I said, tough crowd.
But it’s the hard that makes it great right? And the hike was great!
- Coal (sarahremy.wordpress.com)
- An Open Letter to Santa: Please Stop Putting Lumps of Coal in Stockings (sustainableurbanfuture.wordpress.com)
- Caramels and creativity go sweetly together (effinartist.wordpress.com)