September 3, 2008 at 12:18 pm
Fudge ruckus
My friend Gina recently started her own fudge business, What the Fudgery, and even though I’ve never really loved the stuff I’ve had in the past, after trying her’s, I’m convinced I’ve been getting it from the wrong places for the past fifteen years. It was smoother, creamier, and (perhaps unfortunately) wasn’t so sweet that I was done after one bite.
I was going to arrange the multitude of flavors on a plate for a picture, but upon opening the package in my car on the way home, my sister and I sort of immediately dove in. My favorite was pretzel.
My friend Gina recently started her own fudge business, What the Fudgery, and even though I’ve never really loved the stuff I’ve had in the past, after trying her’s, I’m convinced I’ve been getting it from the wrong places for the past fifteen years. It was smoother, creamier, and (perhaps unfortunately) wasn’t so sweet that I was done after one bite.
I was going to arrange the multitude of flavors on a plate for a picture, but upon opening the package in my car on the way home, my sister and I sort of immediately dove in. My favorite was pretzel.