I think everyone remembers favourite candy from when they were a kid. My very favourite candy was Maple Cream, a concoction my mother made on Dec. 24 every year, and only then. It was a recipe from an old edition of
The Joy of Cooking and it involved stirring brown sugar and cream on the stove for a very long time. The result was a kind of hard fudge: the most delicious thing ever.
Sadly, I have never been able to replicate the recipe, even though I have the clipping with my mother's notes in the margin. What I am able to make of it isn't bad, but it isn't the heavenly butterscotch-flavoured concoction she was able to produce.
Another memory of a favourite candy was
Caramac. It was a non-chocolate candy bar that used to be sold in corner stories in Ottawa, and I loved them. But they disappeared at some date and I never saw them again. I thought they weren't made any more. I didn't think about it much, except for the occasion wistful memory.
Then yesterday, passing throught Toronto,
maaseru and I stopped at Eglinton Square for lunch, and we went into the British import shop there. And there, for the first time in decades, I saw Caramac bars. They still have them in the UK. No wonder I wish I could live there.
I just ate one of the bars I bought. It tastes exactly as I remember - though, oddly, the colour is paler than I remember. It's wonderful.
I wonder if there's anywhere in Ottawa that sells Caramac bars? It might be better not to know. Or perhaps regular trips to Eglinton Square are necessary.