INCLINE VILLAGE, Nev. — My father Paul is popular for a lot of reasons: He is tall and handsome like Cary Grant; he's intelligent and super funny; speaks several languages and (my personal favorite) he wears a T-shirt that says “Bank of Pop.”
Yes, he has many endearing qualities appealing to a myriad of personalities and cultures but, across the board, every man, woman or child who has ever entered his sphere wants to be his BFF because of his candy. When I visit him in Hawaii I am inundated with requests for “Your dad's candy.” From the lady at the post office, to the cashier at Foodland, to Rick at Wu's Liquor (could the man show a little respect for a holy place?) it is the same old song: “Hey Simone. Glad you're back in town. Your dad making any candy?” Then I return to Truckee and get it again, same show, different time-slot: “Hey Simone. Glad you're back. Did you bring any of your dad's candy?” Holidays I get it in stereo, with surround sound. “Your dad send any candy?”
The answer is: Yes! I always have my dad's candy, OK? He sends it to me in precious, huge Ziploc bags and I horde it, to buy friends and influence people. I divvy it out in miserly nuggets (just enough to get you started...) and save the mother lode for myself, in my walk-in closet. (Great. Now I have to find a new place to stash it.)
My father is French and has worked in the pharmaceutical business for decades, so the snide “French Connection” remarks in reference to his candy are really not a stretch. All it takes is one sampling and there you are — knocking on my door, looking for more. Always more! Really, my dad should sell this stuff. If he did, he could afford a “Bank of Pop” shirt for every day of week, for an entire year. But he has no plans to do that — at least not while the kids are still young and impressionable.
So, with Easter approaching and the stores rife with sweet, mediocre product, I have decided to share my dad's candy recipe with the masses, thus getting the chunky monkey off my back. I am tired of keeping this family secret. Whew! I feel lighter already...