Salt Water Sorghum Taffy

Author Notes

I was kickin’ around the docks and kickin’ me brain around. Really I was feelin guilty for not visiting me sister. Marmee didn’t even know me current circumstances so it wasn’t like I would have to make excuses. I looked across the wharf. The sun peaking over the horizon of the calm black ocean backlit all the ships rigging making the harbor look like a giant spiders web. There was a rummied out lobsterman sitting chris cross applesauce mending his lobster traps and down from him some ship hands loaded crates onto a frigate that would be setting sail shortly. I didn’t have any prospects. I didn’t want any prospects. I didn’t want to be at sea, not today anyway. I needed to see me sister and her little women. I hadn’t seen Meg and Jo since they were wee ones and I never seen Beth and Amy. Me crossed paths with an old friend a year ago and he said that their daddy lost all their money and became a chaplain in the Union Army. After all New Bedford to Concord is the closest me been in years. Me made me decision and me would take some time away from the sea and go see me sister. I went back to the Spouter-Inn. Me wanted to see if the chef would let me borrow a spot in his kitchen to make a treat for the little ones. I wanted to take them some salt water sorghum taffy I wanted to be there for this new holiday Thanksgiving. —Bob the sea cook