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Day 12: Having a Weak Moment, Am Sure it Will Pass.
My weak moment stemmed from me not eating lunch yet and seeing one simple word flash by harmlessly on the Internet.
The word? Fudge.Only one of
nature’sSatan’s perfect foods.Fudge made me think of my favorite (and oh so easy) fudge recipe:
Million Dollar Fudge.
Let’s review it here, shall we, or look below. FYI, I am leaving in the chopped nuts but am against them. I am a purist when it comes to candy. No, I don’t want nuts or fruit or liqueur in my candy, thank you very much
INGREDIENTS
12 oz Semisweet chocolate
1 c Marshmallow cream
2 c White sugar
1 ts Vanilla
2 tb Butter
3/4 c Evaporated (not sweetened
1 c Chopped nutsPREPARATION
Fanny Farmer Oil jelly roll or 9×9 inch pan. Put chocolate and marshmallow in large bowl and set aside. Mix sugar, milk, and corn syrup in 3 qt heavy pan, stir to blend. Put over low heat and bring to boil, stirring until sugar dissolves. Wash down sides with pastry brush dipped in cold water. Continue to boil stirring constantly without touching sides or pan for 5 minutes. Pour mixture over the chocolate/marshmallow mix, add salt and vanilla. Stir until chocolate melts and fudge is smooth. Stir in nuts. Spread into oiled pan and mark into squares. When firm cut into pieces and store airtight.
<Check out those ingredients! Marshmallow cream and corn syrup: Satan's breakfast!
Back where I come from in Massachusetts, we only used trademarked Marshmallow fluff for all our marshmallow needs – including for the popular Fluffernutters! Satan eats Fluffernutters for lunch when he’s in the mood, which is often.I am suddenly so homesick for home and eating fluffernutters for lunch and playing field hockey after school. If this were then, there might be a bake sale at school tomorrow and what do I love more than American bake sales? Not much!
Well, I’m eating some pumpkin soup and croutons now; the crisis seems to have passed. I actually enjoy looking at and remembering some of my favorite sweets. So be warned, this blog may contain many flashbacks depending on my mood.
I thought just now spooning down my soup. What if one of Satan’s handsome, be-horned assistants showed up right now, bearing a fresh plate of Million Dollar fudge on the end of his diamond-encrusted pitchfork?
Would I be able to resist? Would I sneak one piece and make a deal with the devil and not tell anyone?
I don’t think so. But only because of this silly journal, which is the only thing keeping me on the side of the angels.
For today at least.
And try not to focus on my cloven hoof in my photo…
Ta,
