"They make taffy."
"They make taffy?" I repeated.
"For a couples' get together."
It took a lot of research for this to sink in to my thick skull, but what I found out was both charming and historical.
Years ago here in rural Missouri, a young gal would invite her beau over to help make taffy in the winter when there were less outdoor chores and the weather kept them inside most of the time. But it wasn't all socializing. Making taffy is hard work, as I found out.
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The old timers around here will tell you it was a popular practice in these hills years ago, and I think it's really special that the Amish still do it. I love it when the Amish culture of today intersects with my own rural Missouri heritage.
This week I published a mini-collection of three short stories that revolve around one such taffy pulling "frolic" in Swan Creek just before Christmas. Check out Amish Neighbors Book 3 on Amazon Kindle for only $0.99 and free on Kindle Unlimited.
See all of the Amish Neighbors series here.
Have you ever made taffy? Leave a comment and tell us about it. (Especially if it was with your beau.) ;)
I have never made taffy, but I sure have eaten a lot of it.
ReplyDeleteWe made taffy with our Amish friends. It was really fun to make and even better to eat!
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