divine intervention

Divine intervention. Lord knows, I need it.

I’ve been busy with my annual divinity-making project. Keep dreaming of heavenly creaminess and the crunch of  fresh pecans. Even though I always aspire my candy to be celestial perfection, too often the results are simply earthly.

Some of the cast of characters.

If you ever watched your mother or grandmother make this candy, you probably learned some fun, new curse words. Divinity is persnickety. One of my batches today was a total loss. Had to pry it with hammer and chisel out of the mixing pan. Over the years, I’ve developed my own rules for making this Christmas candy.

Rules for making Divinity

1. Measure all ingredients carefully. Sugar must be measured to the last granule.

Pouring the hot syrup into the beaten egg whites.

2. Don’t attempt to make divinity on a day with a humidity level over 40%. Candy won’t set up.

3. Do not attempt to make divinity on a day with a humidity level under 30%. Candy will be as hard as an anvil.

Lovely pecans.

4. Have a USDA-NASA certified candy thermometer. Must be accurate within a millionth of a degree Fahrenheit.

5. Beware making divinity in a leap year.

Ready to spoon out.

6. Don’t attempt this candy on any day or year containing the dreaded number ‘1’.

7. Never plan on giving divinity as a Christmas gift. Your pores will excrete nervous gasses. Those gasses react with the candy to turn it a snot green color.

This piece looks surprisingly good.

8. Never…ever…let a wiener dog observe your divinity-making. It is the candy kiss-of-death.

I really wanted my candy to be perfect, but it wasn’t. I was tempted not to give it. Didn’t want my friends to suffer through crunchy divinity.

I put the candy in my pretty Target gift boxes and gave it away anyway. Maybe they will taste the love. Strikes me as a parallel to so many things in my life right now.  I could use a little divine intervention to straighten things out and spruce things up a little bit. Even if I don’t see divine intervention or I don’t feel it, it still seems important to keep striving….to keep giving. I’ll live fully in this current messiness and imperfection and you can meet me there. We’ll have a party!

Maybe that realization is my divine intervention for today.

Carry on. Christmas is coming.

Karo-y love to all.

divine weekend

Sunday was a busy…typically Christmas-y type day.  Moving from one activity to the next, while savoring each unique holiday experience.
The day burst forth with singing at church.  It was my church choir’s Christmas musical.  It’s a great day not only because of the festive singing, but because we have some uber-talented members of our local symphony join us.


The chorus and orchestra warming up before the service.


I slapped back my own hand as I was about to relate my recent flute dream to our actual talented symphony flautist.  It was for the best.  I would’ve scared her.

The sanctuary is dressed up in her Christmas finery.  I’d fought a nasty sickness all week and didn’t know if I’d be able to participate.  I did and I am grateful.

After a nice visit and lunch with my mom at the retirement home, I skedaddled home and began the process of making divinity.

Now…if you don’t know…divinity can be a pretty persnickety candy to make.  It’s a humbling candy and I’ve bawled, pulled my hair out and tossed out many a batch.

The weather was perfect for candy-making on Sunday-dry and calm.

Completed several batches to give away as Christmas gifts.

I also gave away cherry-infused vodka in mason jars.  The Texan thinks it looks weird, but it’s my favorite I tell you!  Handpicked those cherries myself on a humid, hot summer day.  The cherries have been lazing around in that alcohol for 6 months!  Could use a sip right now…..hmmmmm…..



Doxy said she was ‘quality control’.  I didn’t buy it!

 Just a shot to show you how perfectly pretty the divinity turned out.
Do you like divinity?
Then, it was a drive to the (farther out) country for dinner with Sprout #1 and the gracious daughter-in-law (D-I-L).  Their house is rugged, lovely and relaxing.
The Texan and I sat by the fire on the oversized chair.  We made pigs of ourselves while watching the Cowboys.  I didn’t lift a finger.  The D-I-L kept bringing me warm cider.  The evening was enchantingly relaxing.  This was the view out the front window.
Hay Buddy
Check out all the trees on the horizon!  Wow.  That’s the Texas Panhandle for you! 

Made out like a bandit when D-I-L sent me home with a jar of wasabi mayonnaise from Trader Joe’s and a jar of her own prickly pear jelly.  My condiment cup runneth over…and other cups, too.

Hoping this blog finds you enjoying your Christmas activities. 

Divine love to all this week.