Happy Taffy Day

May 23rd celebrates a mouth-watering confection on National Taffy Day. Taffy candy has been made and sold for many years and has become a favorite souvenir of many vacationers.

            Who knew?  Thanks to Albert Linsenmeyer for letting us know.

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Salt water taffy in was invented 1883 in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

Confectioners make this sweet treat using boiled sugar and butter. They stretch and pull the concoction until it is a chewy consistency that can be rolled and cut. The flavors range from buttery to tart to sweet. There is a flavor for everyone, and it seems like they introduce a new one each year, too. Taffy's colorful displays entice children and adults alike. And they have been doing so for generations. At one time, candy shops and pharmacies sold penny candy, and taffy was one of the many tempting options we could choose from. However, those days are now long gone.

HOW TO OBSERVE NATIONAL TAFFY DAY

National Taffy Day offers the perfect excuse to indulge in so sweet or tangy taffy! What is your favorite flavor of taffy? Be sure to enjoy a piece or two. While you're at it, share a favorite memory or send a box to someone you know will enjoy some taffy. Give a shout-out to your favorite candy shop, too! Use #NationalTaffyDay to post on social media.

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write a story about NATIONAL TAFFY DAY | MAY 23 Work the term cannon into the story. Illustrate The Story.

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National Taffy Day: The Great Taffy Cannon Caper

In the quaint coastal town of Saltwater Bay, National Taffy Day was a big deal. The locals took their taffy seriously—stretching, pulling, and twisting it into colorful ribbons that tasted like sunshine and childhood memories. But this year, something was amiss.

Detective Mabel Marshmallow, a seasoned gumshoe with a sweet tooth, had just finished her morning coffee when the call came in. The Taffy Emporium had been robbed! The thief had made off with the entire stock of saltwater taffy, leaving behind only a sticky trail and a single clue: the word “cannon” scrawled on the wall in chewed-up taffy.

Mabel adjusted her fedora and headed to the crime scene. The Taffy Emporium’s owner, Mr. Wilbur Whirligig, wrung his hands as he explained the situation. “Detective, this is a disaster! Our taffy is famous for miles around. People come from all over just to taste it.”

Mabel surveyed the scene. Taffy wrappers littered the floor, and the taffy-pulling machines stood silent. She followed the sticky trail out the back door and down the alley. It led to the docks, where a rusty old fishing boat named “The Salty Seagull” bobbed in the water.

The boat’s captain, Captain Barnacle Bill, greeted Mabel with a toothless grin. “Ahoy, Detective! What brings you to my humble vessel?”

Mabel pointed to the taffy trail. “I’m following a lead, Captain. Did you see anyone suspicious around here?”

Captain Bill scratched his head. “Well, now that you mention it, there was a fella hanging around last night. Kept muttering about cannons and treasure. Said he needed a boat to escape.”

Mabel’s eyes widened. “Cannons and treasure, eh? That sounds like our thief. Take me to him.”

They boarded The Salty Seagull and set sail. The salty breeze ruffled Mabel’s trench coat as they chugged toward Skull Island—a desolate rock rumored to hide pirate secrets. The taffy trail led them to a hidden cave, and there, sitting cross-legged on a pile of golden taffy, was the culprit: Captain Stickybeard.

Stickybeard was a wiry man with a twirled mustache and a glint in his eye. “Arr, ye caught me, Detective! But I ain’t givin’ up me loot.”

Mabel raised an eyebrow. “Loot? You mean taffy?”

“Nay!” Stickybeard spat. “I be talkin’ 'bout the legendary Taffy Cannon! It shoots taffy balls so fast, they knock yer teeth out!”

Mabel chuckled. “You stole all the taffy to build a cannon?”

“Aye!” Stickybeard grinned. “Imagine the chaos! Taffy raining down on the town, stickin’ to rooftops, and fillin’ the streets. It’d be a sweet revolution!”

Mabel shook her head. “Stickybeard, you’re under arrest for taffy theft and conspiracy to create a sticky situation.”

As they led him away, Stickybeard muttered, “I’d have gotten away with it if it weren’t for you meddling detectives and your sweet teeth.”

And so, on National Taffy Day, the town celebrated not only their beloved treat but also the capture of the infamous Taffy Cannon pirate. As for the stolen taffy, it was returned to the Taffy Emporium, and Mabel enjoyed a well-deserved taffy pull with Mr. Whirligig.

And that, my friend, is how National Taffy Day became the sweetest crime-solving adventure in Saltwater Bay’s history. 🍬🔍🏴‍☠️