Friday, July 12, 2013
waxing a poetic verse towards salt water taffy
At about 10:30 or so in the morning I found myself standing in Murphy's Candy and Ice Cream store. Suddenly I was under 10 years old on the Oregon coast holding a white paper bag and filling it with fresh home made salt water taffy. Except in reality I was going from barrel to barrel with my own kids deciding on which flavor we should put into our own white bag. And it didn't disappoint.
Now I am sitting here writing this blog and wondering why salt water taffy makes me feel giddy and nostalgic. It can't be any salt water taffy either as I have discovered. Those prepackaged things just don't cut it. Whatever it may be that causes me to want to write an ode to a sugary, chewy and incredibly sticky substance I shall keep. After all I rarely actually get to indulge this side of myself in my daily life.