As the old saying goes, it's the well-meaning thought of caramel corn that counts. (Trust me- it totally goes like that). I swear friends and co-workers- I did not intend to make 8 cups of caramel for the sole purpose of eating it all while getting caught up on American Horror Story. I promise I meant to share. I'm just weak.
It was just sitting there. All alone. On the counter of a girl with no will-power and a full Hulu queue. It's a recipe for a delicious disaster.
And don't stress out about making a caramel from scratch. I promise you can't screw this one up. And you don't even need a candy thermometer.
