Yes, I’m still on this. No, I have not given up Turkish Delight forever. Third time’s the charm, right?

Ah, yes. The fateful day dawned. The first thing I did upon coming downstairs was to lift the pan off the Turkish Delight and peek at it. It looked just like it had the day before, but I wasn’t to be daunted. It seemed an unbelievably long time until 2:30. I checked the clock(s) continually. And then, finally, twenty-four hours had passed. I raced into the kitchen, and pulled the pan off. Lifting the blue plastic dish, I gently tilted it toward the light. And . . . the Turkish Delight slid.

Turkish Delight: An Episode in the Culinary Life of Aisling Maloney