No really, we followed the recipe for
fudge to the letter. G had been wanting to try making it for ages, and
was hoping to make sweets for presents this Christmas, so this was a practice.
I was scared, frankly. I know nothing of making sweets, even the kids recipe
from a book I had when I was little had a speech bubble warning from
a helpful elf like chef, saying hot sugar is dangerous. We read it
carefully and gave each other plenty of health warnings, we knew we would have
to do it as a relay, stirring hot butter, sugar and milk for half an hour till
we could drop little blobs into a bowl of cold water to make 'soft balls'. Its
just an experiment, I kept saying doubtfully, it did feel like science, I
wouldn't have minded a protective screen and goggles for the both of us.
Actually it was a bit boring, I took
on a big stint of stirring while spellings were learned on a chair nearby,
times tables practiced, and convoluted stories about who said what, and whether
that was nice to say were discussed. G kept breaking from this to drop
sad looking drops into the water bowl to no avail. 40 minutes later, we
thought we had it, into a tray it went and off to Saint Fagans for a misty walk
and well earned cheesy bun, also to stop us poking at it every 2 seconds to see
if it had set.
7 hours, yes hours! Later it hadn't
really set. Rubbish!
We turned it out like a sticky bendy
sheet onto a board, rolled it in icing sugar and into balls and called it
bonbons.
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