Oh FUDGE!

Remember that line - from the greatest of all Christmas movies - The Christmas Story? It got Ralphie in a lot of trouble...saying ah --"THAT" word. Well in my house last night, there was another kind of Oh FUDGE story going on.


Yesterday evening, I decided to make some fudge to give as Christmas goodies to the folks in our life that a material present would be too hard to figure out - namely, Sunday School teachers, Hannah's gymnastics teachers, postman, etc. So, I pulled out the ol Paula Deen cookbook(gosh, I just love her!) and found a great fudge recipe. Easy as pie... uh, I mean fudge!

I spent a few moments at the stovetop, and then transferred the beautiful, glistening chocolaty goodness to a shallow pan for cooling. I purposely put it back on the back part of the counter, to avoid spills, then I promptly forgot about it. It was cooling after all. About an hour later, I came back and cut the fudge into neat little squares, taking time to make sure they were all the same size - didn't want to short change anyone of that delicious fudge. Left them in the pan and forgot about them. I then went and decorated several gift bags, with the thought that I would deliver the first gifts of this fudge, today, at Hannah's gymnastics class. Oh yummy, I was so excited! Gift giving does that to me - sorry!

Well, the evening progressed as usual, dinnertime hassles with a three-year old, bath-time hassles with a three year old and finally, she was in her pj's and settled in on the couch for rest time with Kipper and Noddy and all the other creatures that live in the Goodnight Show on Sprout. Hannah gets to watch this, right before bedtime and it really does calm her down. I came in and checked a few emails, sent some messages and then gathered her up off the couch and onto the sleepytown train. As she snuggled down to sleep, I remember thinking how great the day had been. The tantrums were few and the messes were not too bad. I went back to the computer room, blogged a bit, messaged Hannah's birthmother, (who is a great friend of mine now - open adoption - it is a good thing), then decided to head into the kitchen and package up the gifts of fudge. I went in, flicked on the light and what to my wondering eyes should appear - all the fudge squares, still sitting neatly in their pan, but with big holes in the top of each one. Strangely the holes were the same size as a certain three year old's fingertip - and coincidentally this same three year old is actually tall enough to reach this countertop. Mercy sakes alive!


Even on a day that was relatively calm, child-wise, my dearest found a way to liven it up. Oh well, I guess that will just be considered my "test" batch of fudge, I know my hubby will enjoy it and maybe, just maybe, I will tell him I made it especially for him -- shh- don't tell him. He'll never know!



Merry, Merry!
Beverly