October 14, 2010 Leave a comment
Before I got braces, I really really wanted them. I also wanted glasses and a cast (preferably arm, but I would have made do with a leg). I’m sure any therapist worth his or her $200 an hour fee would tell you what I really wanted was attention, even in the form of teasing and taunting, but because I went to a school full of nerdy people–even the coolest kids crammed around our old school Apple computers and played Oregon Trail at lunch–having braces and glasses would barely have gotten me noticed. Unfortunately, thanks to all the carrots I ate, my eyesight was 20/20 (although I did try to fail an eye exam, but took it too far and had a very alarmed school nurse thinking I was legally blind) and I was never adventurous enough to break an arm, but luckily my teeth were a mess. I’m sure there was a bidding war in the back of the orthodontist’s office to fill my mouth with metal. I mean, at one point there was talk of breaking my jaw to align my teeth. So, months before turning 14 I got my wish for braces and they were all I hoped for.
That is, of course, until I was approaching my 16th birthday. What almost 16 year old wants braces?? I threatened to remove them myself if Dr. G didn’t take them off for me. I even convinced the man to up the ante in the months leading up to my birthday by removing the wires and giving me a mouth guard to speed up the process (I, of course, did not think of the fact that the mouth guard would prevent me from talking, which I’m sure is why he went for it. Luckily I only had to wear it while I slept).
Anyhoo. The braces came off days before my 16th birthday and the first thing I wanted was a caramel apple. Obviously they were verboten while I had braces, but even before I’d never been able to eat one right off the stick, because my top and bottom teeth didn’t meet in the middle (you thought I was kidding about how crazy they were, didn’t you??). I always had to cut them up, which really defeated the purpose. So, I wanted to bite into a caramel apple and drink sugary drinks and eat Cheetos to my heart’s content. I was totally foiled though, because my birthday is in July and there was nary a caramel apple to be found. But I kept my dreams alive and at the first whiff of fall I went in search of caramel to make my own batch of apples. This is where the shininess of youth starts to color your recollections, because as I remember it all I had to do was melt the caramel, dip my apples in, let them cool and voila! Happiness at my fingertips.
This go round? Not so much. First of all, there were no sticks in the bag of caramel like I remember, so I had to schlep to Michaels (usually a happy experience, but I was on a mission) and then it took me forever to actually get them in the apples. As for the melting of the caramel, I admit that I didn’t follow the package directions completely–I used a double boiler instead of melting it down–but I really don’t remember nearly getting third degree burns while dipping the apples. Melted caramel is hot, kids! You heard it here first.
In the end, an apple covered in caramel is never a bad thing, no matter the process to get there, so hopefully they’ll make your Halloween to-do list. As for my teeth, they’ve shifted a bit (I actually went to talk to Dr. G about it last summer and he was SALTY. Like I had done his good work a disservice. He retired soon after…). I still don’t wear glasses and have no desire for a broken arm or leg any longer. My need for attention, though, has grown significantly…
- 1 bag Kraft caramels
- 5 apples
- lots of patience
We’re going super simple on the recipe today. Follow the directions on the back of the bag of Kraft caramels. Don’t be foolish (like me) and try to invent your own.