I decided to write this recipe in my journal because it sounds delicious. It took me a long time just to find a pen and paper.
My ability to concentrate is severely impaired ever since I was forced into sexual slavery by Madame LeRouge. Madame is buried in the pauper's cemetery here in Calkington. There is not even a stone to mark her passing. I find that is what she earned. She was a miserable human being who made money out of the suffering of others. Sometime, a long, long time from now I will forgive her. I won't forgive her for her sake. I will forgive her for MY sake. Anger and hatred breed more anger and hatred. I don't wish to let my soul soak in bitterness.
Well, I got off task there. Back to the recipe:
Chocolate Caramels
2 cups molasses
1 c sugar
1 c cream
1/2 lb chocolate
Piece of butter the size of an egg
Beat altogether; boil until it thickens in water, turn into larger flat tin that is buttered. When nearly cold, cut into squares.
I made these last week. They were so delicious. I shared my treats with the Calkin family when they came to visit. Jamie had stickiness everywhere. He grinned the entire time he ate them.
I also shared some of these with Sophronia and her family. Sophronia Evans is my only female friend in town. Every other woman treats me with superiority and disdain, as though somehow they are better than I am.
To keep from feeling inferior I imagine these self-righteous women stuck in my situation. I wager that they would be a bit different. It might be good for some of them. They would not stick their noses up quite so high.
We are all humans. The most foolish thing we can do is judge each other. We need to help each other. Love will always be grander and stronger than self-righteousness.
Sophrie and Tom are doing well right now. Tom has a good job. They have two darling little children. The oldest is Robert, the youngest is Lily. They are beautiful children, polite and loving. All of them loved the chocolate caramels.
Sophrie sometimes helps me when I have more sewing in less time than I can achieve. She's an excellent seamstress. I tell her that I pray that she never opens her own seamstress shop. I believe that she would be luring all my customers away with her amazing work.
Well, the night is dark, my eyes want to shut. I guess I'll sleep. Morning comes far too early!
