caramel - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I gently placed the small amber square of candy on my tongue. It melted instantly, coating my mouth with the sweet taste of brown sugar.
Of all the candy in the store I am drawn to the caramel. I buy it chocolate coated and slip it into my jacket pocket. My secret pleasure. On my walk home I can feel it knocking into my leg, reminding me of my ritual. A cup of coffee with cream and hazelnut essence, my smooth jazz and my soft reclining chair. The caramel will sit on a china plate until I am serene, then I will bite. Smooth. Soft. Delicious. In that moment I am a child again in my mother's kitchen. She passes around the Christmas candy and I rummage through the box for my favourites; there are none. My face falls. Then my mother breaks into one of her grins and hands me a little bag with all the caramel barrels in it. As the last of the bite dissolves on my tongue I recall the hug I gave her that wintry day, I can almost feel it, and a warmth spreads through me that has nothing to do with the sugar.
The colour was so fresh; bright, shiny brown. the caramel was a gooey honey like liquid with a more opaque appearance. it consisted of shades varying from beige to dark-brown colours. i dipped my finger in the bowl full of melted warm caramel to taste and my tongue was instantly stimulated with a little bit sweet and buttery taste. A true deep South flavor. it was light and rich...i loved nothing more.