Yesterday, there was an island. It was 10 meters away and beautiful with gradated black sand and trees silhouetted against the hazy purple sky. I wanted to go to that island so badly, a poor decision was made in haste and I fell off a slippery rock. It’s harder to bake now hopping on one good leg, and the 15-minute walk to purchase ingredients like 3kg bags of sugar and 2kg blocks of butter is dauntingly difficult. Some people find caramel making scary, I am not one of them. Trust you nose and eyes and use a light bottomed pan. Sugar’s cheap, and any mistakes can be easily melted off with a cup of boiling water and a good stir. Conquer caramel, and this little joy will be yours.