Peanut Brittle

 Last night I decided to make peanut brittle. With the right ingredients and a recipe I figured it can't be that hard. Who needs a candy thermometer anyway! The first batch burned. Too hot from following directions too precisely. My own common sense was better for once. I took the kettle off the burner and carried it out across the snow in my stocking feet and dumped it sizzling into the woods telling Ruger to leave it alone unless he wanted a burned nose.
   Fortunately I hadn't wasted the peanuts on a burned batch of sugar and white corn syrup, so I courageously started over. This time I stood there and watched the kettle using my eyes and nose to judge. When the wooden spoon lifted out of the hot bubbling syrup produced hard crack strings I added the peanuts and salt. In a very short time it started boiling again and soon it was ready to pour into a foiled and buttered half sheet pan.
      So I am foolishly pleased about my successful attempt at peanut brittle. May cookie day with the girls tomorrow be just as successful.