As my regular readers know, some of my personal essays and a poem were published recently, along with those of 11 other writers, in a great little book called Tangerine Tango. Great, because it’s the perfect size holiday gift for a hostess, mother, stocking stuffer or just because. So I thought I’d share some of the pieces with you between now and Christmas. The book’s available at Amazon in either paper or digital form.
The writers represented in Tangerine Tango come from different parts of the country and have different outlooks on life, which is what makes this book so much fun. Since the holidays are approaching, I thought I could do worse than to give you a taste (Ho. Ho.) And today’s topic is fudge. At least three of the items in the book mention fudge.
Along with writing her blog, Friend for the Ride: Encouraging Words for the Menopause Roller Coaster, Barbara Younger is the author of 21 books for adults and children. She lives in a 180-year-old house in Hillsborough, North Carolina with her husband Cliff and collections of everything from old toys to hat boxes. Here’s one of her contributions to the book.
Fudge Prayer
Dear God,
I can’t decide if fudge,
Is good or evil.
Cocoa beans, sugar, rich butter,
Confection of good delight
Or calories of evil to the body temple.
The fudge is gone,
Swallowed,
Not unlike the cat and canary.
And now I offer this
Grateful Prayer of Thanksgiving
Or this humble Prayer of Repentance.
Amen and Amen.
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Patti Winker , author of an online cookbook Memory Lane Meals tells the story of how she came to own a fudge store, and what happened once she started making fudge:
I learned how to make beautiful pans of fudge. I made sheets of pecan turtles, lovingly constructing each one with my own hands, decorating each with a little “S” swirl on the chocolate top for “Sweetie’s.” Chocolate-covered cherries and fudge-filled chocolate cups. I mixed batch after batch, late at night, and lined them up attractively in the display cases.
Then came the morning, time to open the shop. And in came the customers.
I couldn’t deal with sending my creations, even if I was paid, away, to be eaten and destroyed.
My husband, in contrast, loved seeing the boxes and bags going out the door every day. He became puzzled at my increasingly sullen mood as business improved. The more fudge and turtles I sold…(buy the book to read the rest!)
And our editor, Lisa Winkler, included her favorite fudge recipe. (Buy the book etc…)
Bon appetit!