Then, there was a break to go to a nice party across the river. Mostly boat people were at this party--those who live on boats, have lived on boats, and have cruised boats. And the boats were mostly sailboats. We exchanged stories and talked about engines, stuffing boxes, sails and decks. The beach house where the party was held had an eclectic assortment of art, furniture, and rugs. I was particularly captivated by a reproduction of John Singer Sargent's Portrait of Madame X. It is one that has captivated me for years because the Madame reminds me of my mother, without the aquiline nose.
So after that respite on Saturday evening, it was back to cookie/candy making yesterday. We made peanut brittle first which required heating the ingredients to weld temperatures. I was the stirrer and the candy thermometer holder, brave soul that I am. C. just gave me orders to keep stirring which I did for fear of an explosion the size of Chernobyl in the bubbling cauldron. Anyway, after what seemed like hours, the "hard crack" stage finally came at 305 F. And then with little ado, the whole mess was spread out on a buttered marble slab to cool. The result was spectacularly good.
Tonight is my home group meeting. I will take some of the finished cookies there.
Lord, I have been a man slave for a couple of days. I wonder whether Madame X ever iced a cookie, much less baked one. I am sure that she probably never smeared her marble top dresser with butter and spread hard crack peanut goo on it. Oh well.....I am sure she still had a good life in spite of these deficiencies.