Taffy not Peanut Brittle

Every year my Mom makes peanut brittle for Christmas. It tastes great and invariably each bite causes shards of brittle pieces to cascade down on my lap. The very name implies fragility and resistance to external events.

Contrast that with taffy. I think of taffy stretched out on machines at Canal town days in upstate New York. Taffy stretches, bends, twists and contours to external forces with ease.

The quest of life is to be like taffy. To move with the bends, twists, stretching and heat with a flexible attitude that makes us sweet instead of broken in pieces.

 

 

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