This is a special memory from my own childhood.
Many of my childhood memories seem to revolve around food! I must have been at least 8 years old when my sister (7) and I and her best friend decided to make peanut butter fudge. I have no idea what possessed us to do it and we did it at her house! In my memory, her Mom had gone to the store and her older brother was probably supposed to be keeping an eye on us but you know how that can go! It was summer and he had better things to do.
We found a recipe in one of her Mom’s cookbooks and we set out to make our fudge. The recipe said to cook our fudge to the “soft ball stage”. Since we didn’t have a candy thermometer (did they have them back then?!) We would have to test our fudge to see if it had reached the softball stage by dropping a small amount from a spoon into iced WATER. If a ball formed, it was done. At least that is what the cookbook said.
We didn’t see any ball and so we just kept boiling and testing and boiling and testing and boiling and testing. Finally, we agreed that it had to be done so we put the pan of fudge into a big bowl of ice for a few moments and then let it sit for a while before we began to TRY and stir it! It had turned to peanut butter flavored cement. We were chipping it out with forks and gobbling it up when her Mom got home. I really wonder if that pan survived us!
I asked her recently if she remembered us making fudge. Her reply,
“No but I do remember making mud pies with you guys!”