A few nights ago we were all curled up watching a Harry Potter movie. It was cozy. It felt nice. Then Sophie bemoaned, for the hundreth time, our lack of access to Honeydukes and I bemoaned, also for the hundreth time, my Muggle status in general.
Suddenly, I sat straight up and said, "I know of something lovely we can make!"
So we got out our cauldron and threw in a little bit of this and that. We danced around the kitchen. We cackled. Caroline's eyes were as big as saucers.
Pretty soon I had the girls lined up and pulling taffy with the intensity of a military drill. Pull and twist. Pull and twist. Great, long ropes of pearly sweetness, flavored with almond and peppermint, colored in shades of pink, white, and green.
Then we were finished and Izzy looked at me with an expression of awe and delight.
"I can't believe you just thought of making taffy and the very next instant, here it is!"
And I smiled to myself, wondering if perhaps I didn't have a little bit of magic up my sleeve after all.