November, and the fall has settled into its deep phase — the trees bare enough to reveal the architecture of their branches, the light silver rather than gold, the air carrying the particular crispness that Charleston produces in November, which is not the sharp cold of the North but the polite cold of the South, the cold that asks permission before entering.
Carrie's early decision response from Emory is due in December. The waiting is a skill that Carrie has not yet acquired, and the not-acquiring is both frustrating and amusing to watch — a girl who has mastered every academic skill on the planet unable to master the one skill that matters most in November: patience. I told her patience was like a roux — you can't rush it, you can't skip it, and the result is worth the wait. She said, "That's very Southern of you, Mom." I said, "I am very Southern." She did not argue. The not-arguing was its own kind of concession.
Joy is settling into Magnolia House with the thoroughness of a woman who commits to every new situation she enters. She has claimed a corner of the art room as her "studio" (a table and two chairs). She has made friends with every resident and most of the staff. She has taught Diane to paint flowers, and Diane's flowers look exactly like Joy's flowers, which is to say they look like nothing in nature and everything in the heart, and the heart's version of a flower is more honest than the garden's version.
Ruth told me this week that Mama sang the entire hymn "It Is Well With My Soul" on Tuesday morning, all four verses, without hesitation. The hymn was written by a man who lost his four daughters at sea and who wrote the words on the ship crossing the site of their deaths. It is a hymn about finding peace in catastrophe, about the soul's refusal to surrender to circumstance. Mama sang it in a kitchen in Charleston, seventy-six years old, with a disease that is taking everything from her except the music, and the music refused to go.
I made pecan pie — the November pie, the dark, sweet, bourbon-kissed pie that belongs to this season the way she-crab soup belongs to Sunday and peach cobbler belongs to summer. The pie was Mama's recipe — dark corn syrup, not light, because "light syrup is for people who are afraid of sweetness, and I am not afraid of anything," which is something Mama said years ago and which I have remembered because it is the truest thing anyone has ever said about my mother.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Mama used to say—that light syrup is for people afraid of sweetness, and she was not afraid of anything—so after the pie came out of the oven I found myself at the stove again, pulling out the butter and the sugar, because some evenings the kitchen just isn’t finished with you yet. This Almond Toffee carries the same philosophy as that pecan pie: dark, unafraid, and deeply worth the patience it asks of you. It’s the kind of thing you make when you need to remember that some things only become themselves under heat and pressure, and that’s not a warning—it’s a promise.
Almond Toffee
Prep Time: 10 minutes | Cook Time: 25 minutes | Total Time: 35 minutes | Servings: 30 pieces
Ingredients
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- 3 tablespoons dark corn syrup
- 3 tablespoons water
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup whole raw almonds, roughly chopped, divided
- 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
Instructions
- Prepare the pan. Line a large rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper or a silicone mat. Spread half the chopped almonds in an even layer across the center of the pan, covering roughly a 10x12 inch area. Set aside.
- Make the toffee. In a heavy-bottomed saucepan over medium heat, combine the butter, sugar, dark corn syrup, water, and salt. Stir constantly until the butter is fully melted and the mixture is smooth.
- Cook to hard crack. Clip a candy thermometer to the pan. Continue cooking, stirring frequently, until the mixture reaches 300—310°F (hard crack stage). The toffee will turn a deep amber color, similar to dark caramel. This takes 15—20 minutes; do not rush the heat.
- Finish and pour. Remove from heat immediately. Stir in vanilla extract. Working quickly and carefully, pour the hot toffee evenly over the almond layer on the prepared baking sheet. Use a heatproof spatula to spread to an even thickness if needed.
- Add chocolate. Scatter the chocolate chips over the hot toffee in an even layer. Let stand 2—3 minutes until the chocolate is softened, then spread it smooth with the spatula.
- Top with remaining almonds. Sprinkle the remaining chopped almonds over the melted chocolate, pressing gently so they adhere.
- Cool completely. Let the toffee sit at room temperature for at least 1 hour, or refrigerate for 30 minutes, until fully set and hardened. Break into irregular pieces and store in an airtight container.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 148 | Protein: 1g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 14g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 42mg