Fudge. It's one of life's simple, pure, unadulterated pleasures. While I covet the precious magical dessert, I had never attempted to replicate it myself.
Perhaps it was intimidation. After all, how can anyone compete with Grandma's recipe? Perhaps it was a lingering suspicion from my childhood that perhaps the fudge was magical, like in the book No Such Thing as a Witch by Ruth Chew, and if I dappled with the delicate formula, I would end up becoming a mouse.
Whatever the reason for my hesitation, I put it all behind me to attempt a batch because my husband had the craving and because I had all the ingredients I needed. This recipe is so simple, there's no reason not to make your own too.
