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"How's it look?" my mother asked me. I stared into the boiling pink goo(感伤，粘性物) bubbling up in the pan. My mom had decided that we should have an "old-fashioned" Christmas this year, and we were experimenting with making taffy(太妃糖) for the first time in our lives. "I think it's ready," I said. The candy thermometer read 265 degrees. My mother checked it. "It's definitely ready," she said. "Let's pour it out." My little sister, Janet, had a large cookie sheet buttered and ready to go. My brother Mike and his best friend, Jimmy, looked on as my mother took the hot pan off the stove and poured the pink taffy slowly onto the cookie sheet. It looked shiny and delicious. "While we wait for that to cool, let's pull this one," my mom said, pointing to the white taffy we'd made earlier. "Yeah!" we shouted. It was the moment we'd been waiting for. My mom cut the white taffy into two halves and gave one hunk to Mike and Jimmy, and the other hunk to Janet and me. As teams, we began pulling on opposite sides of our taffy, making long stringy(绳的，纤维的) lengths, folding it in half and pulling it out again. We did this over and over until our sticky taffy turned smooth and satiny. It was hot work, but no one minded on such a cold December night in Alaska. It made us feel cozy even though huge snowflakes spun past the streetlights outside. | 
