There were a few little caramels left over from yesterday's Turtle Cake.
They were fucking, FUCKING good.
I have a new obsession.
I could put caramel on EVERYTHING, including my doorknobs, in the bottom of all my glasses, inside all christmas cards, like little mints on the pillows here at the clinic, instead of toilet paper (hmm maybe not that one), wrapped around marshmallows, nuts, kholrabi, curds.
Caramel. I would like to replace my blood with caramel. It has natural clotting agents. It is a great source of energy. It even sounds nicer than blood. caramel. blood. caramel. blood.
Caramel wins, hands down.