If you expected this to be a deeply spiritual post…I’m sorry to disappoint you.
But I would like to fatten you up!
Sort of.
It’s about fudge.
And it’ll rock your world.
So I guess it is deeply spiritual in an unorthodox sort of way.
At least that’s what it does to me. It makes me thankful to be alive. And to have a mouth. And taste buds. Which makes me think about Jesus.
And then I eat more fudge.
It’s weird.
I was given this recipe the December after I got married {next Tuesday, that’s 7 years!} – I still have the original email a friend sent me that contained the how-to on this decadent family recipe.
It makes me happy. I have all but matted and framed it.
Are you ready for it?
April {above}. August {below}
She’s always ready. Nothing has changed.
Ingredients:
-
1/2 cup of butter {1 stick}
-
1 can {12-13 oz} of evaporated milk
-
2 pounds of powdered sugar
-
1 jar {7 oz} of marshmallow fluff
-
1 jar {18 oz} of peanut butter
Directions:
- Put first 3 ingredients (sugar, butter and milk) into a large pot.
- Cook over medium heat, stirring frequently until soft ball stage (approx. 238* on cooking thermometer)
- Remove from heat and stir in the peanut butter and marshmallow fluff
- Pour into a greased 9×13 pan {or 2 smaller ones}
- Cut when cooled {makes 5 lbs.}
- Eat 1 piece
- Secure body with duct tape to wall on opposite side of kitchen
- Be amazed by the incredible strength, speed and tenacity you muster in the face of pain {and this peanut butter fudge}
This stuff is so incredibly delicious and so highly addictive that if maintaining your girly figure places anywhere on your list of life goals, it would be wise for you to start making plans immediately – or while stirring the pot – to give it away.
If you don’t, chances are you will eat it. All.
Besides, it makes for fabulous little “I was thinking about you {and don’t want to get too fat eating all this fudge by myself}” gifts.
Or party favors.
Or breakfast.
{just sayin’}
Ps. If you’re foregoing sugar, like me {the atrociously inconsistent recorder of healthy commitments *ahem*}, for these remaining 50 days leading up to Thanksgiving, please ignore this post. And forgive me for taunting you. Over and out.
