a less than cautionary tale
many, many years ago, mrs. kennedy (eden of fussy.org, yogabeans & let’s panic about babies fame) enlisted my help to find a fudge recipe that met her creamy yet toothy texture & taste requirements. when our quest was over, she sent me some of her home-made fudge to enjoy.
everyone’s mother has warned them about not taking candy from strangers. i not only took candy, but, ate it with great delight. the fudge was amazing! when you stop gasping in horror, you can read the secret thank you post i put up for eden about the fudge. now, the world will know the fudgy truth!
my highly developed terry cloth primate intuition told me that something wonderful would arrive at my post office box today. well, that and the e-mail from mrs. kennedy telling me to keep an eye open for a package.
after taking the necessary security precautions, i carefully open the package with my trusty all-purpose knife.
a charming note greets me within the package. what nice penmanship!
not everyone gets dated and personalized fudge carefully hand-made by mrs. kennedy, you know.
i try to ignore the fact that the fudge looks, well, a bit disgusting as i pour it into a plastic container. the fudgy aroma is reassuring even though i believe i detect the fudge actually moving under its own power.
the fudge is easy to subdue with this … this… what are these things called anyway?
i place the fudge in the fridge introduce it to its new friend – the ginger root, the half empty jar of wild blackberry jam, the mango and the expired boxes of 3200 asa film.
as the fudge firms up and solidifies some new friendships, i browse through the copy of the new york times business section that was so thoughtfully enclosed with the fudge.
soon the fudge has regained its traditional fudgy consistency. with my perfectly sharpened fudge knife, i slice this tasty treat into bit sized pieces.
i am moved to a spontaneous haiku
magnificent fudge!
lovingly made and tasty
do i have to share?
ahh! tasty and the perfect texture that says “i have taken the time to make real fudge and not that stuff with marshmallow fluff.”
i’m waiting for the food channel to offer us a show. “mrs. kennedy and monkey in the kitchen” we’ll be the new julia and jacques!
thanks mrs. kennedy! your fudge is always welcome in my house!
