Fairy floss and the beauty of fragility.

When sugar is heated at 300 degrees delicious* for a fraction of a second and flung across by a perforated potters wheel, something interesting happens.

The very hot liquified sugar gets pulled away from the centre (because nature does strange things like that) and is forced out through the tiny holes of the vessel in which it is contained. The sugar, still propelled by nature’s forces, leaves a trail behind. And that trail is fairy floss or cotton candy.

Now, if you think that that cottony, web-like thing is fragile and breakable, you’re sorely mistaken. Its sticks to you. It glues your fingers together. It will make a mess and also bring people together, because almost always nobody can eat a whole stick of fairy floss (if you can eat it whole though, i’d be concerned for you).

Those fragile threads of candy on a weak looking stick reminds most of us of childhood. So, even if you might turn away, a friend might decides its her day to eat fairly floss and you’d be a despicable human being if you didn’t atleast help her with a bite.

And that’s the beauty of the fairy floss. Its fragility binds.

*Was obviously going to write “celsius” but autocorrect makes happy accidents and I let that happy accident be.