I found a recipe somewhere on the net, and it reminded me of the sweets we used to make at my Swedish classmate Rosita's house in Moshi, Tanzania, back when I was a little girl. So I tried it out, and it was pretty close to how I remember the fudge from her house - tooth-achingly-sweet and crumbly melt-in-the-mouth goodness.
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