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How To Make Easy Caramel Apples

Easy Caramel Apples

Yea! Fall is here and the girls wanted to celebrate the start of our favorite season with caramel apples.  In all honesty, I was a wee bit hesitant, but they couldn’t have been easier to make. We took a shortcut and used packaged caramel candies, but if you want to get fancy and make homemade gourmet ones from scratch  then here is a good tutorial.

I was in charge of using the big knife to chop up the M&M snack mix and taking the hot bowl of melty caramel out of the microwave. Other than that, the girls really did most of it by themselves. Including photographing each other, trying to engage the apples in conversation on what they would like to “wear” with their caramel, and reenacting the poison apple scene from Snow White.





Here’s what you’ll need (besides photographers and actresses):

2 bags of caramel candies, unwrapped
2 Tbs milk (start with just one tablespoon and add more as needed)
8 apples
8 wooden sticks
Silicon mat or parchment lined cookie sheet for setting finished apples
Toppings of your choice

1. Wash apples, insert sticks into stem sides, and line ’em up on the countertop.

2. Prepare toppings in bowls. (We used mini chocolate chips, toasted almonds, and coarsely chopped sweet and salty M&M snack mix.) Set them close by the prepared cookie sheet.

3. Melt caramel and milk in microwave, about 90 seconds total. Stop and stir about every 30 seconds and adjust melting times accordingly.

4. Working fairly quickly, dunk apple in melted caramel. Swirl and/or use a spoon if need be. Once the apple is coated, let it rest on the cookie sheet until all apples have been dipped.

5. Once all apples are coated, go back and dip and roll them in the toppings, gently pressing the goodies into the caramel. Return them to the cookie sheet.

6. After all the apples are topped, dressed, and coated in all the goodies you have set out, chill them in the refrigerator for a bit to set completely.

7. If sharing with friends, transfer to a small disk of parchment that generously covers the base of the apple and loosely bag with a cellphone treat bag. They will last a couple of days until the moisture gets the best of them.


First Concert

Dear Taylor,

If you must know the truth, I was a bit hesitant heading to the concert last night. You see, my girls were excited beyond belief at the surprise tickets from the heavens that appeared to them miraculously at the bottom of the laundry basket. Actually, excited doesn’t really even come close to capturing the pulse that could be felt through the entire house. There were large red posters carefully penned in neat writing waiting expectantly on the kitchen table. Outfits had been picked out, debated upon, and reassembled. Hair was done, phones were charged, grandparents were called, your songs were on replay. The girls giggled and bounced and skipped in the kitchen. They could not contain themselves. They. Were. Ready.

But for a few moments, I was not. As I watched them run around the house with each other I quickly realized they had no idea of what to expect. What if (GASP!) they were so excited by the idea of what was to come that they were disappointed by the reality? Would all the hype and excitement and fade like the overpriced glow stick strobe lights I was advised to purchase?

Watching them with each other, experiencing their first concert together, I realized it didn’t matter. This pre-concert delirium was part of the experience and they were enjoying every second of it. This, no matter how good or bad the actual concert was, was going to be a night they would remember forever.

I figured the concert would be good. I had no idea it would be great. You rocked our socks off. You hit it out of the ball park. I could not have imagined you would be so in tune with your audience (sold out crowd of screaming young ladies). I love that you acknowledged their tween/teen angst and reminded them of what a better place the world would be if there was less “mean” and more “kind.” Words said over and over by parents are sometimes heard more clearly when spoken by others – especially when that person is you.

In the end, their first concert was magical. It was worth every over priced line item ($20 for parking?!) and each indulged extra (hello t-shirts and stroby glow sticks and cotton candy). I would do it again in a heartbeat.

I only wish their innocent, joyous delirium could stay, stay, stay forever.

Thanks for listening.

And see you next time you come to town.