Every year at Christmas time I make fudge. It's what I do. My mom taught me, her mom taught her. Us Heywood women, we make people fat! It a science, I don't even time the sugar and milk anymore, I'm pretty sure I've done it in my sleep. Here's the picture process, if only you could feel the burn through the pictures of the boiling sugar/milk/chocolate combo...My one secret, the further it flies and the more it burns when you turn on the mixer, the better it tastes!!!
In all fairness, every year when I make my fudge I usually end up throwing out the first batch, it ends up as a big ball of really thick frosting like substance.....one of the guys at work today suggested that I make brownies and spread the opps batch on top. Last night I went through ten pounds of sugar and ten pounds of chips, when you do the math and figure in some of the other ingredients I had 20-25 pounds of fudge in my house last night. Today, not a single piece, I get it out of my house as fast as possible, that way I don't eat all of it! Hmmm, maybe I see my first blog giveaway coming on, I'll keep you posted <-- he, he, posted! I'm too funny!