Sugar Junkies: Oh, Fudge.
Candy/Sweet Tip #2: If you are
planning to make fudge, first get a personal
trainer months in advance to start building
upper body strength. You will thank me for
Candy/Sweet of the Week: Fudge.
Fudge seems to be the candy of choice, since
the "Winter Holidays" (to be politically correct)
are approaching. I never really see or hear the
word fudge unless it's around the Winter
Holidays. (Except for when I was growing up,
we would vacation in Michigan and they had a
fudge store down the street from where we
stayed - but that's another story). Now my
friend Cindy makes fudge every year. Every
year the demand for her fudge increases. (It's
really yummy!). This year she had orders to fill
a whopping 225 pounds of fudge. We usually
get together once a month, so being a good
friend, I offered to help Cindy make her fudge.
I show up at Cindy's house all ready to dig in
and make fudge. Much to my surprise, Cindy
thought I was joking. Let me set the record
straight.....I don't really cook, so I guess I
shouldn't have been shocked that Cindy
thought I was kidding. (Just an FYI, I am
learning how to cook and doing quite well. In
fact, the last two meals I made for my
significant other, he didn't smother with hot
sauce!) Anyway, back to the fudge; Once Cindy
got over the shock that I was actually going to
be in her kitchen cooking I could have sworn I
saw a hint of fear in her eyes. Eh, it was
probably my imagination.
Our mission: To finish making the last
100 pounds of fudge.
We start by putting the ingredients into the pot
and stirring. Timing the boiling point and
stirring. Adding more ingredients and stirring
some more. And stirring some more. Still
stirring. Finally done. With the first batch that
is. I think "This isn't so bad, actually it's quite
easy, bring on the next batch."
The next is one is a peanut butter fudge. I
jump in and start the process all over again.
After lots of stirring, this batch is finally done. I
want to taste it. Darn, I should have waited
until it cooled. This could pose a challenge for
stirring future batches with an injured finger.
Whew, it's getting warm in here.
On to the third batch which is a white fudge. (I
did not realize how many kinds of fudge we
had to make, Crunchy Peanutbutter Fudge,
White Fudge with and without Macadamia
Nuts. Heath Bar Fudge, Plain Fudge, Fudge
with Walnuts, and the list keeps going.
Did I mention it's warm in here?
It's now about six hours later. I am tired, my
arm feels as if it's about ready to fall off, and if
it is possible, I think I "tried" too much of the
fudge. We chug on like the little engine that
could. Through sweat and tears (come on
tears are from laughter -- you cannot hang out
with friends and not laugh) and an hour and
half later we have almost finished making our
quota. Then it happened, the one thing we
feared --we ran out of one of the ingredients. (I
bet you thought I was going to say I started a
fire. Shame on you).
So with about 85 pounds done (actually 86 if
you count the pound I ate ), we called it a day,
ordered a pizza and watched a chick flick!
I went home tired, but satisfied that I have
learned an art. Cindy slept well after the
adrenaline wore off from worrying if I would
burn down her house. The fudge was cooling
nicely out on the porch.