I made chocolate fudge today. This is a notable event because I probably said at some point in 1989 that I’d never make fudge again. You see, I worked at an amusement park as a candy maker for two summers. I made table after table of fudge. By table I mean chilled aluminum tables like a cadaver might lie on.
Like the stiff, I thought my fudge making days were over. But last night I was telling the better-half that I was going to make salted caramels soon. He asked if I’d make him some fudge. I suggested rocky road because if I have to eat fudge that’s the fudge I want to eat. He said, “Nope. Plain chocolate fudge, please.”
I present plain chocolate fudge:
I’ve never been a fan of fudge, but appreciate the labor of love. Tell me more about the salted caramels!