My all-time favorite treat! My father, my brother Ray, and I used to bike down Ocean Parkway to Coney Island and get Jelly Apples (That’s what we called the red ones. The term candy Apple was usually reserved for the ones covered in caramel, or nuts) on the promenade.
Neither Raymond, nor I, could penetrate the hard, red, candy shell with our tiny teeth, and little jaws, so we would have to ask Dad to, “Start it for me, please.” But the price was high, as Dad seemed able to consume a full third of the confection in that single inaugural bite.
The home kits were really easy to use, especially if one had a candy thermometer. Too bad they kind of went out of favor after those bogus adulteration scares. Parents feared seeing their precious little children with razor blades and needles poking through their sweet, innocent faces. [Ironically, of course that very look became a fashion trend not long after.]
I’ve just decided that I am going to get myself a kit, and make some jelly apples, and other homemade Halloween