A single’s delight
My mother had a fudge making tradition. If a snow storm was at least five inches of snow she would make a batch of fudge. She would take her trusty pressure cooker pot with the still boiling, soft ball stage, liquid chocolate delight outside and put it in the snow to cool.
I carried this tradition forward. In Northern Virginia of the 70s and 80s this was a rare occurrence, even rarer today. In…