Today's blog is all about the sweet treats I love during the Christmas season. Nothing seems to ring in the holiday better than a great piece of fudge or my grandmother's divinity.
I'm actually going to bite the bullet this year and attempt to make some myself. Now, this may not scare many of you. But those that know me are aware of the fact that I am not a baker at heart.
I couldn't use a thermometer in the kitchen in my life depended on it. I certainly do not know how to do that thing with the ball of stuff in the water to see if it's ready. You know what I mean, right?
See? I'm baking illiterate. Now, I know there are easier recipes out there. I'm sure I'll break down and use one of them. But I truly detest this inept side of myself. I like to be as well rounded as possible, and my inability to function with serious baking has got to go.
I also don't want to forget the way things were. I want to be able to do things the way they were done before the microwave, and before the easy bake creations I love so much. It's tradition, and at this time of the year I want that.
So, if you see a hoard of firemen headed down the highway and you're in my neck of the woods you know it's me. Burning the fudge.