Fudge

I can remember the sensation I had the first time I offered someone a piece of MY fudge and they said,,,NO THANKYOU. My face flushed,I felt that drop in the pit of my stomach,"I said FUDGE ! REALLY? YOU.. DON'T..WANT.. ANY?! ? I still have not come to terms of the reality that two kinds of people exist in my universe, congregants to the Church of Fudge and pagans. I mean do I still want a relationship with this fudge athesist? Now seriously I think y'all may be saying I need to explore this relationship that I have with this creamymeltinyourmouth .....(I may drool)nirvana(I'm F'n serious,NIRVANA!) I can produce out of my kitchen. Did I mention my girls did an intervention on me last week? They both jumped me when I came home with pounds of butter and heavy cream ready to make a fudge experience out my kitchen,.they said....."no more fudge making FOR ONE WEEK!!!" 'OK' I said. Just gives me time to meditate on my religion and have some thoughtful introspections about it. Did I mention that I booked there nights stay in San Diego? OMMMMMMMMMMMMMocha/maple/walnut/penuche/OMMMMMMMMMMMMMM