I’d like to take a time machine back to Saturday at the farmer’s market when I said, “Oh hey!  We should get together because I am going to make caramel and I am sure I will have way too much, because seriously how much caramel can you eat? Anyway, I should give you some caramel, because, what am I going to do with all that caramel?”

I mean how much caramel can you eat? And what is it good on besides ice cream?  Well, so far I have come up with: coffee, oatmeal, spoons.  But that was just as of this morning.

If I could prevent myself from saying that, I wouldn’t be so embarrassed about my sink full of spoons.  See, the thing is, I don’t like to double dip.  And I am pretty lazy about putting dishes in the dish washer.  So there we are.  Turns out, caramel doesn’t last that long.

Related: I am taking a cooking class.  Everyone wants to know how it’s going so I should probably put some thoughts together.  The day after the first class I said to Dave, “Is it OK if I start every sentence from now on with, “Chef Michael says…” and then sort of trail off and stare dreamily into space?”

He said it was fine.