this past weekend kevin and i decided to partake in something we have never done before. we attempted to make fudge. if i haven’t said before, kevin has a major sweet tooth, so we thought making fudge would be fun and really how difficult could it be? after going to the store for a few ingredients, we settled down with the “grandmas old-fashioned fudge recipe” and went to work. we heated and melted and cooled and stirred and the smell was heaven- for good measure we put it in the fridge, because it had taken a lot longer than anticipated and we just really wanted to eat the fudge RIGHT NOW!
we left it alone for a while, made dinner, ran a few errands, and opened the fridge with great expectations of amazing fudge (that kevin even said we are doing this engaged…tee hee) but the fudge had not firmed up yet, a few hours later…still no firmness. so then we got ambitious and put it in the freezer, still no change. i went to bed, kevin decided to try it, taking a fork to it and eating it like spaghetti, he said it tasted great. so great he went back for more a while later when he discovered that the traces of his initial grazing…had disappeared. so either we made a bottomless fudge stew, or amazing dipping fudge, or we just really screwed up the recipe, we are now the proud producers of two things of fudge that still have not firmed up.