Lovely Lollipops

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I'm all about traditions. I love them, for like big epic continuation-of-culture reasons. And Christmas is a great time to continue and create new traditions. This year, I decided to make some homemade suckers for treats to give to neighbors and church friends. The candy making fills our house with the sweet aromas of cinnamon and peppermint. We've decided it's definitely a tradition we'll do every year.

It's actually surprisingly easy. Here's the How-to:
Mix together in a pot:
2 cups of sugar
2/3 c. light karo corn syrup
3/4 c. water



You gotta have a candy thermometer. When it hits 300 degrees, you're ready to add a couple of drops of food coloring and 1 dram of flavored oil (you can order this online or go to a kitchen shop).


Then pour into molds.
My mom sent me hers, but there were tons of places that had them for sale.


If that's not sweet enough, here's a little more Swedish sweetness for you to enjoy:

Comments

jensey said…
That sweedish hat kills me. I can hardly take her seriously......I hope Maggie still loves her bink. Did you hear that Kath had her baby on Tuesday? It went well and they are home trying to figure out the whole nursing thing.....i'm sure you understand:) Miss you guys!
December 19, 2008 at 11:38 PM
Diane said…
I've made so many of those suckers I couldn't count them all. I even used to sell them when I lived in St. George. Adorable little hat, binky, and baby!
December 21, 2008 at 11:08 PM
AD said…
Clay read a recipe in a science magazine for making "candy glass" aka these lollipops. We went searching for molds and couldn't find them anywhere...where did you see them?

My mom also made these to sell for a time...the memories are happy!
December 22, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Jen said…
Lizzy, sounds so fun. Joey and I made a few. Good times and Christmas memories!
December 27, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Blake said…
She looks so cute, the bonnetts completes it.
January 12, 2009 at 10:00 PM
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