Like Aphrodite emerging
from the foaming ocean,
this caramel treat is the
grown-ups-only love-god
of our crumbly fudge-pantheon.
More simply: a sprinkle
of sea salt accentuates
the caramel-iness of
caramel and
results in loveliness.
Naturally naughty, melt-in-the-mouth-y,
born from copper pans and roaring flames.
From the packaging of some Burnt Sugar sea-salt fudge. Seen 25 March. Submitted by Marika Rose. 2009
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