- Mary Lynne
- West Virginia
- When I started my retirement travels - the first of which was my solo overseas trip to Italy in 2009 - I wanted a way to share it with family and friends as it happened. Hence, "My Travel Journal". However I realized I wouldn't always be on a trip and wondered what to do with the blog in between times. My daughter pointed out, wisely, that travels can also include trips to the kitchen to try a new recipe, trips to visit family, trips to my neighborhood Starbucks, or a fun day trip with a friend. You're welcome to join me on any of these journeys!
P.S. I've set up separate pages for each of my major trips (see tabs above).
I recently added an "Italian Word a Day" thingie which shows up at the bottom of every page. You see the word and can click to hear it pronounced. I've been enjoying it and I think my accent is improving as time goes by.
January 20, 2011
Maybe that explains why she made the world's best fudge. And how I ever forgot to mention that in my previous post, I'll never know. This was in the days before marshmallow creme fudge. There would come an evening when Mama would go to the kitchen and pull out her Club aluminum pan (which I still have, by the way) and the cocoa and we'd know...she's going to make FUDGE!!! It was the kind where you use cocoa, sugar, milk, and probably butter (I don't remember although I'll have to look sometime and see if I still have the recipe). It had to be cooked to 236 degrees on a thermometer, taken off the heat, vanilla added, and then beaten...and beaten...and beaten some more until it started to kind of snap at you and got real glossy. Then quickly, quickly pour it out on some waxed paper and while waiting for it to cool, lick the pan! That was my sister's and my contribution to the process. :) And just as with my grandmother's sweet corn, I have never again had fudge that good. I tried several times back in the day to make it myself that way and gained a real appreciation for my mother's staying power during the beating process. I simply couldn't do it and fell back on the marshmallow creme recipe. It makes good fudge and that's what I've made every year at Christmas, but it doesn't begin to approach the real thing and I've finally kind of lost my taste for it.
So, kudos to my mama and thank you for starting me on my deep and abiding love of chocolate!