So Jeffrey’s got a thing for fudge. And by thing, I mean a huge obsession. He and his best pal at school even make it themselves and then trade during school. Now, once upon a time, I thought I had the best fudge recipe in the land- but I was mistaken. Recently, I was given a lesson in real fudge making, and shown the error of my ways- and now I state with confidence that I truly possess the secret of joy. Fudge joy.

So Jeffrey’s eyes light up as he munches on a small cube of the chocolatey, creamy goodness- we ixnay any nuts in ours and just go for the truffle texture. With chocolate on his nose, Jeffrey asks me if he can have a Fudge Stand, in the stylings of a Lemonade Stand, for Christmas. He wants to name his company Superfudge, in homage to one of his favorite books, and sit out by the street pimping his fudge. I had him make his own batch with the new recipe, and he’s even more gung-ho. Would you stop at a Fudge Stand, manned by a stout redheaded, freckle-faced boy at the end of his driveway in the snow? I’m pretty sure I would…

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