Seems simple enough…right? Making candy apples. It wasn’t. I attempted my first candy apple this evening and it was, for lack of a better word, horrifying. Everything was going fine, I had the candy cooking, thermometer temping, and everything was moving along. When the candy finally reached 302 degrees it was time to start racing the candy. Which one of us is going to move the fastest? Add the vanilla, stir stir stir, add the white food coloring, stir stir stir, add the pink coloring, stir stir stir. Now I’m twirling the apples in the candy, whipping them on to the paper, moving like the speed of light, until I wasn’t. Next thing I know I’m racing for the water and my hand is burning like fire. Who knew 300 degree candy could be so hot. Now my candy is cooling fast and I’m still burning. The wife takes over the twirling of the apples but by this time it is already too late. The apples are done for and I’m walking around with what looks to be at least a 2nd degree burn on not one, but three fingers. I think it is safe to say, the candy won this match. I think I’ll stick to melted chocolate in the future.
UPDATE: The size of the burns are more than I expected. I never knew being left handed, that I used my right hand so much until now. Burns are hindering simple tasks, preventing me from accomplishing them. And to think I still have cupcakes to bake and decorate. Today will prove to be a challenge for sure.