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Fudge, Feuds and Frustrations

For the back story to this post, please see Fudge, Feuds and My Poor Husband. A simple batch of fudge is completely kicking my butt.  Perhaps I should mention that there is absolutely NOTHING simple about making fudge.  Fudge-making is … Continue reading

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Fudge, Feuds, and My Poor Husband

I am guessing that horse poop tastes worse that the fudge I bought at Shaw’s today but I’ve never had horse poop so I could be wrong.  I was expecting your typical grocery store fudge but a little piece would … Continue reading

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