When we were growing up Mother would make her home made fudge and it seemed we could smell it a mile away. There were six of us children so we had to take turns licking the spoon and scraping what was left in the bowl. There were many a time she would make it, put 2 or 3 pieces in saran wrap and my two older brothers and I would go door to door selling it to make enough money to go to the movie on Saturday afternoon after chores were done.

Well, I still make home made fudge and still enjoy licking the spoon and scraping the bowl. more...