So maybe I should have chosen something bourbon (definitely not scotch) for this post, but since I don’t really drink, that’s out. It wasn’t till the last scene that the absolute brilliance of the film struck me. Don’t get me wrong, I was really enjoying watching a younger Dustin Hofman in ridiculous underpants and I’ve always liked Simon and Garfunkel, but the ending made it hit home.
Or maybe I just have a thing for Anne Bancroft. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m very into Anne Bancroft and that scene where she can’t stop laughing but doesn’t want to ruin the take so she cleans her sweater instead. What made me pair it with shortbread? Basically, I was in the mood for both shortbread and the Graduate. It’s nice to stay in bed with this movie and have undefinable feelings about my future and also have something to eat.
Update 19/12/2017: The original recipe, in all fairness, wasn’t good enough and I’d recommend you go out and find your own, possible inspired by the Great British Bake Off. They did an entire episode on caramel complete with millionaire’s shortbread challenge, so go watch that and consider my past mistakes rectified. I’m here from the future to tell you that sugar thermometers are really cheap and they will make sure your caramel is the perfect consistency every time. No more solid brick sugar layer in the middle of your shortbread (or rather: my shortbread). I’d say you want this on the firmer side of soft-ball-stage, but then I want all my caramel on the firmer side of soft-ball.
Also, since writing the original post it turned out that Dustin Hoffman is a horrible creeper. This means I have some conflicting emotions about enjoying The Graduate (and to some extent Tootsie) quite as much as I do. Embracing the discomfort seems as good a way to deal as any, because The Graduate was and always will be one of my favourite movies.