This is something I remember from my childhood in Tanzania - I first had fudge at my Swedish friend Rosita's house in Moshi back in the mid seventies. A couple of days ago I came across a recipe online, that looked like what I remember us kids concocting at Rosita's house, so I gave it a go. Tooth-achingly-sweet, crumbly, melt-in-the-mouth fudge -
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