Fail:
The fudge I made on January 30 still has not set. It is my firm (yes, pun) belief that it never will. Until then, we have the Never-Ending Pan of Fudge. It leaves no trace of consumption (not that anyone's really too excited about eating it anyway), because every time you scoop (yes, scoop) some out, it just caves back into the hole you created, and you're left with a bowl (yes, you need a bowl) of fudge that resembles, as Aaron so tenderly puts it, "excrement". It requires a spoon or two to be eaten. It tastes fine, but it's a little grainy. I can't figure out what I did wrong, except that I used those stupid colourful marshmallows instead of just plain white ones and I used No Name chocolate chips. Or President's Choice. Or some other knock-off brand. And I used a different pot than normal. But I followed the recipe, same as always. I'll have to try it again... (*groan).
I hesitated posting this because I don't want people to think I bake disgusting things, but then I realized that I did bake something disgusting (a "half-baked bad", anyone?) so I may as well own up to it. It wouldn't be the first time, either, so I'm just going to embrace it. I will not be offended if, in the future, you do not want to be subjected to my "baked" "goods". I'll stop experimenting with new recipes soon, too.
I hesitated posting this because I don't want people to think I bake disgusting things, but then I realized that I did bake something disgusting (a "half-baked bad", anyone?) so I may as well own up to it. It wouldn't be the first time, either, so I'm just going to embrace it. I will not be offended if, in the future, you do not want to be subjected to my "baked" "goods". I'll stop experimenting with new recipes soon, too.