Today I went to the funeral of this sweet old lady called Dorothy.
She was the sweetest nicest lady you could possibly hope to meet.
She never had a bad word for anybody and always looked on the bright side of life.
Her faith shone brightly in everything she did.
She was a humble lady, and in so being, she inspired us all.
I remember her as the one person in my childhood (apart from my parents)
who was always loving and kind.
She never said a harsh word or judged you in any way.
You felt completely safe when you were with her.
She was an amazing baker and I remember she made the best toffee in the world.
She had a tin of it and she let you choose from the delicious chunks therein.
This afternoon when Reuben comes home from school,
I want to be like her for just an afternoon,
sweet and serene. But seeing as that
won't might not happen,
I'm going to make her toffee (she gave me the recipe years ago)
2 cups white sugar
2 tablespoons water
a small tablespoon of vinegar and a pinch of salt
a walnut sized lump of butter
Boil quickly for 15 minutes. Stir all the time.
Test frequently in a glass of cold water. When it reached soft ball stage,
Pour into a buttered dish.
Cut immediately. Very sticky, sweet and lovely!