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I Applied Heat and Stuff Happened.

I learned how to make cotton candy a few weeks ago! It was the funnest thing ever! And messy. Everyone warned me when I went to make it that I was going to get super messy which happened. I had cotton candy in my hair, on my shirt, on my pants, all up and down my arms. The cotton candy stuck more to my arms than the stick which was pretty sad. I only got to make the candy for a short times since I was so bad at it. Yet, when I went back inside after making cotton candy, I was clean. My boss asked me how in the world I looked so clean after making cotton candy. I replied that I ate it all. Which I did. And it was so, so, so, good!
I wonder one thing though. Who on earth got the idea to take colored sugar, heat it up, and spin it real fast in a circle? I looked on Wikipedia but didn't understand it's answer of the history of cotton candy. 
Even though I stunk at making cotton candy, it was so much fun!

 I also made this.
The bread was burnt and the cheese was cold. It was, interesting. I ate it since I was so hungry. There's a reason I ask Sammy to make my grilled cheeses. My mom told me that I have to be patient and cook the sandwich on a lower heat. Which makes sense. I'm an impatient lady though, and this happens. This happens to my pancakes too haha!

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  1. Lauren SkousenMay 7, 2014 at 7:33 AM

    That looks like so much fun, I want a cotton candy machine so bad! Would be fun for family reunions and stuff!

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  2. AnonymousMay 7, 2014 at 8:51 PM

    Everytime I visit the city's annual summer fair, all I think about is... making cotton candy seems fun! And these people were clean, nothing was attached to them! But, I can never work with food again, after my horrible experiences at my 1st job in a DQ.

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  3. SamaraMay 19, 2014 at 4:57 PM

    Haha, I always used to do that to my grilled cheese sandwiches. Years of babysitting, as well as instructions from my brother, helped greatly with that.

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