sweet sisterhood

The smell of burnt sugar holds a lovely childhood memory, that was sweetly evoked this morning when, while chatting to my sister in her kitchen, i reached over the stove to pour myself a cup of brewed tea and on opening the sugar dispenser, watched in dismay as a spoonful of sugar scattered all over the still hot stove plate. The caramel smell sent us into a fit of giggles as we both recalled a time when we naughtily held a teaspoon of sugar over a hotplate until it melted so that we could lick the sweet substance, home-made sweet-lolly. And sugar always ended up on the plate, making a mess to clean up. I can't remember getting into trouble except for being shoo'ed away from the stove for fear of getting burnt ourselves!