Fudge. The kids took most of it home with them, but we have nine and five eighths ounces left. Wouldn't you know, the fudge turned out the year I'm on a diet -- even though my daughter didn't use a candy thermometer (I couldn't find one) -- even though it hardly ever turns out right even with a candy thermometer. It turned out, all right -- it's so good.
The trade-off is having a poached egg instead of my usual breakfast. At the other end of the day, I get an ounce or so of fudge.
This trade-off thing is okay.
it's all about balancing...
ReplyDeleteoh that looks so good. i treat myself to chocolate every once in a while.
ReplyDeleteIt looks scrumptious from here! I love that egg poacher thingy, cute. Have to try eco-dyeing in it?
ReplyDeleteHave a great day
Hugs
Nat
Hi Cindy, Deanna & Nat! Oh yeah, gotta enjoy life -- all in moderation though, darn it -- that balancing thing.
ReplyDeleteThe little poacher is sort of unusual, I think. Have had a few and this is my favorite so far.
It's time for my fudge now, gotta run...;-)
Fudge...love it! I only get it when on vacation though...forced moderation! lol
ReplyDeleteNancy, hey, that's a plan!
ReplyDeleteFudge...sigh. I ate my allotment from my mother way to quickly. :)
ReplyDeleteDeb, oh but the pleasure of having it so freely, without weighing every mouthful!!
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