Yes, I am participating in another “blog thing.” I know my family – which consists directly of six kids aged 25 to 15 – definitely thinks I have gone over the edge. But those of you who know me out here in the cyber world, you don’t think so, do you?
I have so many cookies I would like to put here this may turn into several cookie posts. I am trying to – I am typing this in November and setting it to post for me in December so I don’t forget – organized a real life cookie exchange as I type this. Probably not my brightest idea but we moms have to have something to do that is not kid-oriented in December.
Two Flavored Fudge
2 c. firmly packed brown sugar
1 c. granulated sugar
1 c. evaporated milk
½ cup butter
1 7-oz. jar marshmallow cream
1 6-oz. pkg. butterscotch morsels
1 6-oz. pkg. semisweet chocolate morsels
1 c. walnuts, chopped
1 t. vanilla
In a saucepan combine the first four ingredients. Bring to a full boil over moderate heat, stirring frequently. Boil 15 minutes over moderate heat, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat. Add marshmallow cream, butterscotch morsels and chocolate morsels. Stir until morsels are melted and mixture is smooth. Blend in walnuts and vanilla. Pour onto a greased 9x 9 inch pan. Chill until firm. Makes about 2 ½ pounds.
This recipe was my paternal grandmother’s. I grew up in her house from age five on as my parents divorced. This fudge recipe was one that I recall my grandmother making every year. My father loved it.
I have tried to adapt and change the recipe as my father was diagnosed as a diabetic but it is just not the same when made with Splenda and other substitutes. I will leave this one alone and continue to make it as it is above.
One of the first years of my marriage, we were headed to my maternal grandmother’s for Christmas Eve. I had at least one, possibly three, small children by then. I had been told to bring a snack, something sweet. I set about to make this fudge for the first time. It would not set. I do not know, to this day what I did wrong but it was a disaster. We sat at the kitchen table at the farmhouse eating the fudge with a spoon.