Autumn has finally arrived in LA and I’m rolling in it like a dog in recently fertilized grass. Yesterday I put on my fluffiest of fluffy socks, put Notting Hill on the TV and baked my lil’ heart away—it was my favorite Sunday. And then I made this Honeycomb Candy.
One of the things that has been on my to-make list forever is this—honeycomb! I don’t think it’s a big secret that I don’t love corn syrup. I do love it in marshmallows though. This honeycomb doesn’t have a drop of corn syrup, instead it uses honey because duh, that’s what honeycomb should be made with!
Before we begin, let’s start with basics.
What Is Honeycomb?
Honeycomb has a lot of different names: honeycomb toffee, sponge toffee, cinder toffee, hokey pokey, etc. They’re all names to describe a candy that’s made from combining brown sugar, corn syrup and baking soda. The lattice structure of the candy is caused by the baking soda reacting with the acid, resulting in these little air pockets throughout the candy. These pockets of air make it look like honeycomb!
How This Recipe is Different
This recipe uses ZERO corn syrup. I don’t think corn syrup is terrible at all. But I love the flavor of honey and I wanted my honeycomb to taste like honey.
I used clover honey, but feel free to use wildflower or another type of honey that you like. I’d probably avoid raw, mainly because I haven’t tried it that way and I want you to actually end up with something edible, breakable and delicious.
Preparation Is Key
The honeycomb is cooked in a large pot (I used a 5-quart Dutch oven). When you add everything to the pot, you’ll think it’s a bit silly and it’s way too big but when the baking soda is added, the whole thing bubbles up quite a bit so you want that extra space. SAFETY!
It really takes like 10 minutes to make. And after that you just transfer it to a baking sheet and wait for it to set, which is like a minute.
This cake is up on da blog. Which means I’m officially out of a slump (I think). I feel like there’s been this little emoji cloud hanging above me as I walk around.
I flunked at making yeasted biscuits. They were boring and bland and made me fall asleep because I hated them so much. I burned rhubarb jam because I was distracted with texting. The carrot soup I made was just ok, but not anything that wooed me. And then this cake exited the oven and I was like….deng…bowchicabowowow.
I feel like it’s a cross between sexy and demure. Like, a girl who can work a stripper pole but who is then capable of putting on a dress and sit in church (or temple, whatever you’re into to) nicely, quietly, prettily. Think of it like a V dimensional cake. She is capable of that 360 life.
Last night my clutch was stolen—and to makes things worse, it was my favorite Claire Vivier—straight out of my very unlocked car. It was a big ol’ gigantic bonehead move on my part. I blame my dad. He never locked the front door because he was raised in The South in the 70s where no one locked their doors and people actually borrowed sugar from their neighbors. I tend to shrug off the idea that people will steal from me because, well, I wouldn’t steal from me!
Luckily no real damage was done. I actually didn’t even realize it was stolen until I went to grab my wallet when I went to pick-up my takeout Chinese food at Pine & Crane. The restaurant took pity on my moneyless-self and gave me my dinner on the house. I thought that was so nice; it made me believe in good people all over again. I got all these fuzzy feelings in my tummy at how nice they were about it.
In moments like these, I need comfort. And in my world that comfort comes in form of breakfast. This is what I like to think of as a summer porridge. Something you’d eat during the warmer months.
This recipe comes from the book, The Homemade Flour Cookbook, by Erin over at Naturally Ella. In this book, Erin explores the variety of ways you can grind your own flours at home. And, it includes a ton of recipes that focuses on those flours, seeds and even beans. I think it’s a really interesting book. I thumbed through most of the recipes and fell in love with this flax porridge with peaches. I love a good porridge but had yet to try one with flax in it.
I don’t consider myself an anti-social person but I despise talking on the phone. When my phone rings it’s like this thing goes off inside of me and I’m like. “AHH! Someone’s calling!” I usually press ignore. And then feel guilty about it. Except when it’s my mom. But that’s because I actually like talking to her for 2 hours about nothing – who else will listen to my rants, melt-downs, gossip?
I’ve been without a car for the last 24-hours (it’s in the shop – normal maintenance) and it’s forced me to explore delivery options. And man, the best thing ever invented is the whole online-delivery-option. No phone call required! No screaming over the phone trying to spell your name and address! No talking to people on the phone–it’s great. Life is good.
I ate 3/4 of a whole pizza to myself with a Mexican coke and a slice of this tart for dessert. Delivery cheap pizza with a fancy tart. The best Tuesday night ever.
You guys, Ice Cream Week is here, in full effect, on A Cozy Kitchen. And I’m excited! Who’s with me?!
Every day this week I’ll be throwing a new ice cream recipe your way. Maybe there’ll be lots of berries up in ice cream, maybe some malt balls, most likely there’ll be some chocolate and there might even be some waffle cone slingin’, who knows.
Back in January when it was freezing cold (even in LA), all I could dream about was summah-time fun like slip n’ slides, sitting in the sun wearing sunnies (I secretly hate that word), and most of all, ice cream-making. I had this idea of dedicating a whole week to just ice cream. So, here we are…Ice Cream Week!