Peanut Brittle Part 1

I have always loved candy. As a small child, we never had sweet treats. Money was tight and Mother didn’t care for candy, so we had to follow her example. Many may think that this was a normal parental decision. However, when something you love is withheld, it can become an obsession.

Peanut brittle.I would pester the man who ran the machine shop below our apartment every day for some coins. He would toss me a few pennies or, on a good day of begging, he might even give me a dime. I would run as fast as I could to George’s Candy Store in downtown Taylorville. It was my dream come true. An entire store devoted to sweet confections.

I slowly moved from counter to counter looking over all the sugary confections. As I passed the peanut brittle, I would put my nose on the glass enclosure and try to get a whiff of my favorite candy. I never had enough money to buy even a small amount of this delectable delight. After many days of feeling deprived, I knew I would do whatever it took to get my hands on that peanut brittle.

 

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