MOVIEMAGIC

Ar­gu­ing about which film to see can put marriages at risk, says So­phie White, but these snacks keep things sweet

Sunday Independent (Ireland) - Life - - THE DOMESTIC -

Since get­ting mar­ried, all we do is watch movies. Gone are the days of hang­ing on his ev­ery word — some­times I pre­fer him to keep those words to him­self, es­pe­cially when we come to a good bit in the movie. As all cou­ples know, agree­ing on a film to watch is never easy. Many a movie night in our house leaves me won­der­ing how our mar­riage is ever go­ing to work. Him­self is a huge Ter­rence Mal­ick fan — an oeu­vre which is com­pletely and ut­terly out of my in­tel­lec­tual league (and his, or so I thought). I'm usu­ally push­ing for some­thing a bit more char­ac­ter-driven, such as the in­com­pa­ra­ble Con Air.

The other night, at the video store, we had our very first three-way do­mes­tic in­volv­ing the eter­nally suf­fer­ing video-store guy. Now I have long be­ing a tad wary of the video-store guy be­cause, let's face it, he’s the only per­son with more dirt on me than my hus­band. He knows about those nights when I've just wanted to watch The Hol­i­day and the ex­act num­ber of times I have rented Mean Girls.

This guy and Him­self have way too much on me so, when their pow­ers com­bined on this week's video-store trip, I didn't stand a chance. I was vot­ing for She's All That, while Him­self was push­ing for his hat-trick view­ing of The Tree of Life. When the video-store guy was called in to me­di­ate, he arched one eye­brow at Him­self, as if to say, ‘You're go­ing to take this from the woman who rented the My So-Called Life box set and then pre­tended to lose it so she could keep it for her­self?’

So, once again, we sat through the snooze-fest that is The Tree of Life, but at least I still get to be in charge of movie-night snacks. Be­low is the only thing that makes a Ter­rence Mal­ick movie tol­er­a­ble.

Makes about 70 ro­los. Place the con­densed milk, the golden syrup and the but­ter in a saucepan over a medium heat and stir con­tin­u­ously to keep the mix­ture from stick­ing. Cook the caramel mix­ture — which will start out quite pale and liq­uid — un­til it is golden in colour and thick enough to draw a fig­ure of eight on the sur­face sev­eral times with­out it dis­ap­pear­ing. Pour the caramel on to a small grease­proof-pa­per-lined tray, al­low it to cool, then chill it in the fridge for half an hour.

Place the dark choco­late in a bowl over a pan of sim­mer­ing wa­ter and stir un­til it melts. Once melted, take it off the heat and leave it to stand and cool, but don't let it so­lid­ify.

Us­ing a tea­spoon or knife, di­vide the cooled caramel into seventy pieces. Roll each one into a small ball and re­turn them to the fridge for 10 more min­utes.

To coat, I sim­ply drop the caramel pieces, one by one, into the choco­late and roll them about with a spoon, then I pop them on a grease­proof-pa­per­lined tray and leave them in the fridge to har­den.

I like to serve these guys straight from the fridge, mixed in a bowl of salty pop­corn with a good movie — usu­ally one star­ring Ni­co­las Cage.

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