I don’t normally like salted caramels, but drawing a pretzel was fun. I also have only had a caramel apple once in my life, and it’s kind of a funny/sad story:

When I was growing up, my mom didn’t really like giving us sweets. She wanted to fill us with protein and vitamins so we would grow up healthy and she disapproved of soda and too much candy because she wanted us to have good, strong teeth.

In 3rd grade, we made caramel apples in class and my mom knew we were (she frequently volunteered in my class, but wasn’t the day we made caramel apples), so she told my teacher to have me take mine home. So while all the other kids were enjoying their sweet apples at the end of the day, I sat there with one wrapped up and ready to go home on my desk.

My dad picked me up that day and he had to stop by a client’s office for a bit, so I sat in the lobby holding a wrapped up caramel apple. The only thing between me and the caramel was a thin piece of wax paper keeping it covered. The receptionist at the desk asked me what I had and told me I should take a bite. I did.

One bite turned into quite a few until I had about half an apple left.

When I got home, my mom saw I had eaten part of the apple. Boy, did I get in trouble.

I haven’t had a caramel apple since.