This past weekend, Mom and I engaged in the age-old tradition of throwing sugar and dairy products into a pot, boiling them to death, and then tossing chocolate chips and marshmallows to a gooey molten doom. In other words, we made fudge. Lots of fudge. Regular fudge. Fudge with nuts. Peanut butter fudge. Yum.
Yes. Now it can be Christmas.