I’m back with another epic post about taffy, and also a promise that it’s my last damned epic post about taffy — at least for the foreseeable future.
We’ve already covered the essentials of what makes a taffy or chew. And while it does takes some elbow grease, it’s not a mind-blowingly complex recipe.
However, if you pay attention to ingredient labelling on commercial taffy or chews, you will see a fair number of secondary ingredients pop up over and over. Let’s take a boo at some of those.
Continue reading Taffy talk 3: What are all of those other ingredients in fruit chews?
As a general rule, I don’t have any plans to share a bunch of candy recipes here — the internet is already bursting with them.
But for taffy I’m making a wee exception. The trouble with making taffy or fruit chews is that even good recipes vary wildly, with so many confusing secondary ingredients that it can be hard to see the internal logic churning away underneath it all.
So, I’ve put together a stripped-down, no-bells-no-whistles “master recipe” for home cooking. Depending on what exactly you’re looking for, this may or may not make the world’s finest taffy. The point is to really lay bare the essentials of a solid taffy recipe.
Continue reading How do you make fruit chews? Here are the six essential ingredients of taffy and a stripped-down recipe.
I’ve been spending a whole mess of time perfecting my taffy recipe lately, and whenever some poor soul gets me going about it, the first question is almost always the same: “Wait, what’s taffy again?”
For such a prosaic candy — you can buy some version of it quite literally at every gas station and corner shop across much of the world — taffy has a bit of an identity problem.
First, it doesn’t have a clear, unambiguous category name, at least not in English. (Unlike, say, gummies. Use that word and everyone knows exactly what you’re talking about.)
Continue reading What is taffy? Let’s make some sense of this oddly confounding chewy sweet.
Ok, I’ll be the first to admit that my recipe development and posting and launch have been going painfully slowly. But — BUT! — don’t be fooled. Things are happening, quietly, behind the curtain. Stirrings are stirring. Autumn brings good things.
Long story short: I had to quit my day job. Now that it’s done with, you can expect more from me. I won’t break your heart again, I swear.
Coming up next: more than you could ever possibly have wanted to know about taffy.
Continue reading Autumn, dammit.
Sugarfina is one of those self-described “luxury boutiques” that takes a quotidian idea — the candy shop — and tries to elevate it with a curated inventory and an eye for design.
They’re pure Beverly Hills: all light and airy and white and Wedgwood blue, with “candy concierges” who presumably compliment your exceptional taste while selecting the perfect palette of gummi bears for your engagement party.
Normally, the thought of being approached by a personal shopper makes me slither out of my skin and down the nearest storm drain.
But, the things is, Sugarfina has some genuinely fantastic candy. I’ve been stalking them online for a few years, so when a small Sugarfina shop opened inside Vancouver’s new Nordstrom’s department store, I popped in for a look. Continue reading Sugarfina Candy doesn’t make candy. Maybe that’s ok? But maybe it isn’t?
Turrón is nougat. Right? I thought I had a pretty good idea of what turrón is before I went to southern Spain. Now I’m not so sure.
Here’s what I do know. Turrón (in Spanish), torró (in Catalan and Valencian) or torrone (in Italian) is an almond-based sweet whose roots apparently stretch back to 15th century Islamic Iberia, drawing from Arab and Berber confectionery tradition.
Today in Spain, it’s associated closely with the Valencian Community and in particular the cities of Alicante and Jijona — although it’s eaten as a Christmas treat throughout Spain and the former Spanish empire.
I thought I had a pretty good grip on the general idea behind turrón: it’s a type of nougat made with honey and almonds. Usually orange blossom honey. Usually marcona almonds. Sometimes soft and chewy. Sometimes hard and barely chewy.
Continue reading What is turrón? Seriously, Spain, I need to know.
In my various travels, I’m still surprised at how rarely I come across honest-to-goodness, small-scale, quality-focused candymakers.
I don’t mean chocolatiers or bakers or pâtissiers, which every bigger city is lousy with. And I’m not including marshmallows, because damn those evil things to hell.
I mean candy. Actual candy. Sugar confectionery.
In this sense, Quin Candy is the real deal. Founded by Jami Curl in Portland, Quin makes everything by hand, more or less from scratch, and actually focuses solely on candy. That gets a major fist pump from me.
Continue reading Quin Candy in Portland, Oregon is the real deal.
For every happy, sunny, well tended blog out there, there are at least 100 haunted graveyard blogs that were quietly abandoned mid-thought by their distracted owners.
This isn’t one of those. In fact, I’ve been champing at the bit to get this sucker going again, especially after all of my big talk in January’s post.
So what happened? Two things.
Continue reading Spring, dammit.
New Year’s resolutions are like dreams. Everyone has them, and nobody really wants to hear about other people’s.
So this isn’t about resolutions. It’s about predictions. They came to me over the holidays in a quiet moment in a tiny 1920s log cabin on Storm Mountain in Banff National Park, with nothing to distract me but a napping husband, a few bottles of beer, and my notebook. Ridiculously precious, I know, but there you have it.
Continue reading The year is 2016. What’s Mr Dach gonna do about it?
Between work and fun, I’ve been doing a lot of travel lately.
Although I start to get mini panic attacks thinking about all of the things that I’ve left unfinished back home, one big plus of all of this travel is getting a chance to see for myself what’s going on out there in the world of craft-scale sugar confectionery.
The answer: not a staggering lot.
Take New York. I was just there for a week, and canvassed a bunch of folks about their favourite local makers. In a city that’s absolutely lousy with great restaurants and patisseries and chocolatiers, I managed to find a grand total of three real, live, artisanal candymakers — only one of them truly local.
Continue reading New York proves a point about craft candy.