During my weekend in Sacramento I wandered around town checking off a list of all my favorite things. Coffee shop hot chocolate? Check. Fancy pastries? Check. Independent bookstore? Check. And of course, whenever I’m at a tourist trap I can count on having access to my favorite – caramel apples. The section of Sacramento our hotel was in is totally touristy – I spent one whole morning dodging kids on a field trip – and there were three different candy stores with barrels full of taffy within two blocks. But I let the smell of kettle corn guide me, because I knew that where kettle corn is, a caramel apple can’t be far behind.
