Kid Looks On As Taffy Is Made

The Goldenrod has been in business since 1896, longer than anybody I have ever known has been in business, or alive, or making saltwater taffy. When I was a kid, I would stand outside the windows and watch the taffy being made—guessing the flavors, examining the machines, counting the wrapped kisses. Some four decades later, here I am again, watching my kid watch the machines and pick her own pound of taffy.

It’s all very romantic, except it turns out Kina doesn’t like taffy. “Taste-tes weird,” she says.

They’ve made it 120 years without her liking taffy; I’m sure they’ll be okay.

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