I'm sitting here, valiantly fighting the urge to go and make myself a great big batch of fudge.
Homemade fudge with pecans.
My mom's recipe. So good!
"So what's the dilema?" you ask? "What's wrong with fudge especially if it's your mom's super-de-duper delicious recipe?"
Well, I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It's magical fudge. It's addictive.
It's impossible to just eat one piece!
And did I mention how wonderfully delicious it is?
Did I also mention that I've been craving chocolate all weekend? And not just my ordinary chocolate cravings that can be satisfied by chocolate chips.
It's a "I need to have chocolate in the form of fudge!!" sort of craving.
The recipe makes five pounds of fudge.
This is the fudge that I make and give to the neighbors for Christmas. Only, the neighbors don't get all of it.
Here's a question. I always make a five pound batch of fudge, and I never eat the whole five pounds. (shut up, I seriously couldn't eat ALL of the fudge) Why do I gain TEN pounds every time I make a batch of fudge?
I think that's proof that the fudge has some magical properties to it.
What I don't understand is why something that tastes so absolutely good can be so bad for me.
Somehow, it just seems so wrong.
Maybe I could market it as "Magical fudge, feed it to your skinny enemies!"
I really like that idea, because if I manage to make everyone around me fatter, it would totally make ME look thinner wouldn't it?
Seriously, you would think that the Diet Dr. Pepper I drink with the fudge would somehow cancel out the calories and carbs and everything else.
I'm rambling, I know.
I'll put it up to a vote. Leave me a comment telling me whether or not I should make the fudge and why. Somehow, leaving it up to mycyber BFFs will make me feel less irresponsible.
p.s. In a chocolate craving moment of weakness, I bought a bag of Hershey's kisses. We discovered that Max will do pretty much anything to get a chocolate kiss.
This information will come in handy at a future time, I'm sure.