saltwater daffy

I remember watching them make taffy in the windows on childhood camping trips to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. That was very much a Gatlinburg thing. So were crappy tourists shops like magic stores, candle stores, make-your-own-wax-bear machines, and off course, Ripley's Believe It or Not.

For SFists, I describe Gatlinburg as Fisherman's Wharf in the Smokies. For Tenneesseans, I describe Fisherman's Wharf as Gatlinburg with crabmeat.

Although I loved to watch them make the taffy, and would always buy some, and eat it, I never really liked taffy.

But man, Skot Land is daffy for the taffy.



That's just not right.



Skot also has duck legs.