"Fun" in the Kitchen.

I've always had a memory, from when I was a little girl. My mother had made potato candy. For years, I've tried to get her to make it again, and teach me how to do it. Well, tonight, she finally, out of the blue, said that we were going to do it. I was ecstatic, at first... Until we started actually making it. And then, she left me alone, with a bowl full of tiny patato pieces, and confectionary sugar. Told me to stir, and that she'd be back later. Each time she came back, I had been stirring the entire time- but nothing was going right! By the time she came back for the last time, my hand was hurting, swollen, throbbing, and I was -sick- of the thought of making potato candy. After a few moments of thinking, we added some more potato, and since we ran out of sugar, we had to add a smidgen of flour. At last, at LAST the candy started to look like it was supposed to. It wasn't so bad after that. We got it rolled out, the peanut butter spread on, rolled it, and cut it into pieces. Delicious, yes, simply put it was delicious. But, I've decided, making potato candy, it's not my thing. Nope, definitely not my thing! I'll stick to making my pretzels. Which, I plan on doing tomorrow night. =-D