So I have been seeing recipe upon recipe of salted caramel recently, almost to the point that I feel like Bubba from Forrest Gump when he's naming all of the ways you can make shrimp. Salted caramel squares, icing, chocolate-covered, macarons, ice cream sauce, even covered in gold flakes. So it was only understandable that to get the craving out of my head, I simply had to make some for myself. Which I chose to do on a relaxing Friday afternoon while Scottery was still at work. And I saw into the future and envisioned the most successful, put-together Annie-homemaker there ever has been greeting him at the door with a tray of chocolate covered salted caramels with gourmet sea salt, a bourbon and a kiss. And we'd live happily ever after and watch our puppies play in the sunset and talk about how lovely our days were.